I left from Houston at 11:20 AM on Saturday to connect in Dallas to connect in Chicago to connect in Madrid to finally arrive in Sevilla around 13:00PM a day later. The flights were surprisingly turbulent-free sans the last leg, and seemed to pass rather quickly (given the 18 hour time window I was promised with my $1600 itinterary). We were all greeted and taken captive by the CIEE staff in Sevilla, and driven to the hotels.
I´m rooming with Ellie, the only other girl placed in my region, and she´s from North Carolina. She graduated from Rhodes in 2006, and since has been searching for her life´s calling as a job-holding American woman. Maybe perfecting her Spanish will put a stamp on her resumé in 8 months, who knows?
I´ve met boo koos of people today (yesterday now) from all over the EEUU with all sorts of degrees. It´s pretty hilarious, if you ask me. I´d say on the freak-out scale, I´m a 3 compared to these girls. It seems like everyone has cried at least once, and questioned the entire purpose of their being here as well. Unfortunately, my 3 on the Richter scale of Spain came/comes from my lack of sleep/food and the low energy I´m able to put forth at this time. Especially in meet and greet situations.
We beign our official schedule of events for orientation at 8AM tomorrow morning. Not to worry, though. There is always time for a siesta or two. Hopefully there will be more means of communication available soon so my heart and soul don´t perish this early in the marathon.
My spirit is pretty low right now, but I have hope. It´s only day 1, and I think it woudln´t be day 1 without a huge knock in the head, right? Right. I miss everyone too much already. And I need sleep. Buenas noches mis amantes.
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Lat marmon,
Lovely to hear you are well in Spain!
Sorry you are tired. But, you know the saying - Don't get tired, Get even. I try to live by that. it's been working out well for me so far. Actually, just the other day, i was really tired, and, instead of going to sleep, i punched my rhetoric prof in the face for giving me a 62 on my first writing assignment.
No worries, lat, it will be ok. Just lead by example - like me.
lat-ish-ia
Tired is the new Energetic. I'm reversing the curse of Lance Armstrong and his ball (less) energy campaign. Let Christ be your rest..
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