"And I wear my boots of Spanish leather, oh while I'm tightening my crown. I'll disappear in some flamenco, perhaps I'll reach the other side..."

Monday, January 17, 2011

Aceite de oliva, naranjas, y pan; la dieta de un sevillano

Olive oil, oranges and bread; the diet of a Sevillian.

If there is one thing the Spanish LOVE to do, it is eat, drink and be merry. Walking up and down my street daily, it is quite difficult to resist the smells of the croissanteria or panaderia (bakeries). For every meal I've had so far with my host family, I have more than eaten my weight in delicious baguettes. But besides the bread obsession, the Spanish are passionate about their cooking and the freshness of their food. We have salad with every meal as well as an option of fruit, fresh mandarins, pears or apples. In Spain, the meals have a different emphasis--breakfast is very small, for Meagan and me, it entails Maria cookies, sweet muffins and bread as well as sumo, or juice, like pineapple/grape and peach/grape. Lunch is the MOST IMPORTANT meal and is usually eaten between the hours of 2 pm to 5 pm. So far, we have had several soups, empanandas and mini sandwiches (bocadillos). The one thing that has been hard to get used to is the change in dinner. In the States, I am used to eating around 6 pm, however here, we usually eat around 9:30 pm. Sometimes the food is similar to that of lunch--but we have also had chicken breast and broccoli, the most American meal yet. Overall, there are a few differences, especially since everything is cooked in/with olive oil. That's the Mediterranean influence for you! I will say that I have probably eaten a baguette a day for since I've been here--at least I am walking everywhere so far!

Which is another thing that real defines Sevilla--walking everywhere in the street! Our street is always bustling with people especially in the mornings and after the designated siesta time (2 until 5 pm, I'll get to that later). They sure love to walk, but it really is great since the weather here is lovely and the city has so many sites. Our barrio is kind of far from school and El Centro, so it has been a little difficult to always meet up to do stuff when we are out of the way. But once we get our bikes, that will definitely change. Speaking of bikes, the service here is FANTASTIC. Such a genius idea! It's called Sevici and basically there are little bike stations all over the city. You apply for a membership (25 euro/year, I already did) and then receive a card that you swipe, check out a bike and ride it to another station to check it back in. The rides are free for 30 min, and basically everywhere in the city is reachable in half an hour! So excited to start doing this. In the meantime, we probably need to figure out the bus and metro system--on rainy days it will be nice to have a backup transportation system. So much still to learn!

In the next couple posts I am going to try to discuss some more Spanish culture that is very prominent, but there is so much to try to take in! Ultimately the lifestyle is very favorable, its a place where time is partially irrelevant, the streets are the ideal place to be, and the more vibrant the culture the better. And I'm off to continue soaking it all in!

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Fotos de Sevilla














Escríbeme! (write me)

Here's my address in Spain (I love to get snail mail and if you send me something, I WILL DEFINITELY respond back to you :) )

EUSA-CINECU
Attn: Elizabeth Byrum
C/Plácido Fernández Viagas, 4
41013 Sevilla
ESPAÑA

make sure to ask for international stamps at the post office!

AND if you want one, send me your address!

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Here, there, and everywhere

Here. in. Sevilla.

The title? A Beatles reference for sure, they have been a frequent companion thus far on my adventure abroad, especially throughout my four flights. But also it reflects the fact these past few days have been quite the whirlwind; between catching up on much needed sleep, moving in with our host families, attending several information sessions, trying to navigate the city (mostly on foot, but other options to come soon!), learning the ways of "una vida sevillana", buying a cell phone, AND SO MUCH MORE.

Here's a little recap...

From the beginning the journey here almost took a turn for the worse. Our 1:30 pm RDU flight to Philly was delayed first half an hour for extra travel time, but then even longer when they could not open the cargo hatch. Thanks US Airways, I knew your track record would not improve with this trip. By 3:15, we had not boarded a plane, so the attendant decided to put us on the next available plane to Philly, at 3:35 pm (clearly already boarding). A throng of us international students were rushed over the the adjacent gate where we finally got going on our journey. Phew. I met a nice former State student who was flying back to Madrid to go complete her second year of teaching English. I've heard a lot about this program, and definitely want to keep it in my options later on! Our delayed arrival in Philly made our layover a piece of cake, cut from 3 hours to about 40 minutes. Soon we were on our decked out airbus, bound for a transatlantic flight!

For my first transatlantic flight, it was not too shabby! I watched Date Night on my personal seat back TV and then started the film Taken and then realized it was a terrible choice to watch considering the circumstances. Around 7 hours later, we arrived in Madrid! I had slept maybe an 1 or 2 hours, so at this point I was still pretty out of the loop, but glad to be abroad. However, here was the point my little individual travel adventure began...

It began with power walking through the Madrid airport with all of my luggage on a crappy, poor steering luggage cart. Then trying to find my correct terminal and trying to check in for my flight to Barca, and buying my extra checked luggage. Basically, I was sweating buckets because I was crunched for time AND had no clue what I was doing! I passed out on the flight to Barcelona and then spent 4 hours chillin out in the land of Catalan. For lunch I tried out McDonalds, and began the first of many times of ordering in Spanish. Then as I waited for my Seville flight (in Spain they don't post gate numbers until about 30 min before the flight boards, kind of nerve wracking), trying to stay awake and not feel like a zombie. Ultimately on both flights, I distinguished myself as the only American and successfully passed out asleep. Finally I arrived and my next fear concerned the successful delivery of my luggage. Because I had to pay for an extra checked bag, and since everything was rushed, I was concerned it would get stuck somewhere. My heart raced the whole time, and finally my bags appeared, some of the last per usual. Actually several group members did not receive their luggage after the flight, and some didn't get it until today! But everything came together and I was on my final leg....get to Hotel Alcazar.

To continue the adventure/since I wanted to save money, I decided to take the bus to the hotel instead of pay for a taxi by myself (most everyone else came in groups and split cab fares). It was a fantastically economic decision! For 2,40 euro, I put all of my stuff on the bus and rode through the city I now call home. Easy enough, my stop was the last one. I tend to second guess myself with directions, even though I have a pretty keen sense, and had to ask for a few directions, but finally made it to the hotel, before most of the group and before the 6 pm deadline. 4 flights, 3 cities, 2 suitcases, 1 bus ride, pero EXITO.

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Since then things have not slowed down. Friday was spent doing a lot of orientation work and also some great sightseeing, but most importantly, moving to our families! Meagan and I live with Carlos and Encarnita Cobos, a lovely couple who live in Los Remedios in Sevilla. They have two children who are both married, and three grandchildren. Maria, who is 18, her oldest granddaughter has a room at the house. Our calle (street), Asunción, is great with lots of cute shops and cafes. We live on the third floor in a piso and have spent the past few days getting to know Enca and other way around the barrio. We've been speaking lots of Spanish (por supuesto) and la señora loves to tell stories. It has been a bit of a challenge to understand sometimes, but a great learning experience! I can't wait to get to know even more about our host family! More to come for sure.

Other things: lots of orientations at EUSA, where we start our culture/language class Monday night. We've also gone out a few nights to bars, to grab some cerveza, but nothing wild yet. I'm still pretty jetlagged, so I'm trying to get my schedule all sorted. Tomorrow will be low key and hopefully I can explore Sevilla more. It really is a beautiful city and I want to document all I can. For now here are some snapshots of my new home...


In front of Plaza de España





Saturday, January 1, 2011

10. ten. dix. diez.

Days, that is. Days until I officially begin my journey that unofficially began in September when I sent off my study abroad application. Days until I find myself in a new country, surrounded by unfamiliarity and at least a few challenges. Days until I set off from the US of A for almost 6 months. Days until what I have been most excited about (and in some ways most afraid of) comes to fruition. 10. days.

My arrival on January 13th in Sevilla, Spain is sure to be the result of an arduous journey, but I am anxious to make it. Raleigh, Philly, Madrid, Barcelona, and finally Sevilla. I can't even begin to think about all the things that I am going to see, feel, experience, engage in, love, hate, etc.

But like I said it is still 10 days away. So first things first.

And first up, a very Happy New Year, it's hard to believe 2010 has come and gone! As I spent my final moments of 2k10 in City Plaza with a friend, looking up at the countdown clock and feeling excited for all 2011 is going to bring, I felt in the right place. The same way Spain is going to be the right place starting in a week and a half.


But my most daunting task regarding the entire semester occurs before I even get to Spain--packing the suitcase. 6 months, 3 seasons, and one suitcase; with my over-packing tendencies, this is going to a monstrous challenge, only complicated by the fact my room still lays in the ruin of moving out from my dorm. And my procrastination hasn't helped matters--I've mentally begun packing, sorting through necessities in my mind alone, but it's high time I get into action.

Tomorrow's the day. I've got my Spacebags, large suitcase, vague guidelines and large music selection (a lot of which is catch-up for Diversions anyways) to help. However, starting ANYTHING is always the hardest (especially when you are a procrastinator like me...), but I've got to do it (which first entails unpacking from fall semester).

I have no game plan, guidebook, or any idea on how to finish the unpacking and heavily start the packing tomorrow. A challenge indeed. So it begins.