Sevilla and Coming Home.

SEVILLA WAS INCREDBILE! Everything I thought Spain was before I came here. (Yes I am inferring Bilbao/Leketio are hardly what I imagined, I’m very aware of my ignorance on the country before). The white with yellow lines houses, flat roofs. People playing the Spanish guitar everywhere, everyone using beautiful fans because it’s bloody hott. Men with dark hair, very often slicked back. Everything about the look, the people. I loved it. We saw Alcazar Palace; The Cathedral (3^rd largest in the world) – we climbed to the top; Parasol, “Mushrooms”; ate Paella; Saw a flamenco museum and show; ate sushi; Saw the Macarena – gorgeous!; A little bit of some roman ruins “italica”; and a Bull ring tour; and watched the Athletic vs Bêtes game where we almost won. We stayed at Audrey and Jimmy Wilkins gorgeous Spanish home. They were amazing hosts/tour guides. Fed us good food and took us out. Their kids are so cute and fun.   

Back from Sevilla: When the kids get home I hear from the doorway "erriiicaaa!!" It's L. She looks at me and runs into my arms for a big hug. Oh my gosh I want to cry. This hasn't happened since the 2nd day I got here.

Later in English class I brought up that I'm almost going home. I have 21 days left. I said I was sad. Then everyone else did too. Then they all came over and hugged me. What a great a day!!!! Throughout the class they kept saying how much they liked the class and me. We were learning about what we liked to do.