Well I survived. The endless flights. The jet-lag. The foreign airports. The passport checks. The baggage checks. The language barrier. The food. The night life. I survived. Here we are. Day 2. El segun dia. AHHH I have SO much that I want to talk about, but I'm on a short schedule right now, so I will do my best to tell you all the best things and worry about the rest later. Highlights: I took the most amazingly breathtaking picture of my life at sunrise flying into Portugal. No words can explain. I'll just show you here. I know it's really really good when I show it to Dad and he tells me I could sell it! On the opposite end of the highlight spectrum, my flight OUT of Lisboa, Portugal a Seville, Espana was delayed right before we took off from the runway. I politely asked the British flight attendant what the problem was, because her seat was next to me. She said it was a communication problem. So we taxied off the runway, and then airport security boarded the plane and escorted a man off. Communication error, eh? Try drug smuggler! Yeah... no lies. It was funny. It was a very very very small plane that fit about 45 people and I boarded the plane right next to the guy that they arrested. It was sweet! The flight lasted about 35 minutes, yet we still got an in-flight meal (see picture below)! We received hot tea, a turkey and cheese sandwich, and a granola bar. Not bad! I arrived in Seville and the weather was BEAUTIFUL! Correct that, because it still is beautiful. A refreshing breeze is blowing in my window right now and it's the perfect temperature. My next blog will consist of room pics, so just be patient with that! However, if you want a free video tour/chat with me, download the program SKYPE and setup an account so we can stay in touch! My SKYPE name is ryandanielbishop so feel free to add me! I talked to my parents on it last night and today, and it works amazingly! Anyway, back to the highlights: when I exited the Seville airport, I had no idea what Macarena, one of my advisors, looked like, and I guess she didn't recognize me with short hair and glasses on, so I was just wandering around the airport for a good 20 minutes, surprisingly NOT worried until she came up to me and asked with a strong Spanish accent in English, "Are you Ryan?!" I think she was more relieved than I was when I said "Si!" haha. You'd think that a kid in a foreign country for the first time all by himself would be a little more freaked out, but I wasn't! I just needed a nap haha. Anyway, she took me to my host family's apartment in the city. My host mom is named Senora Josefa Naranjo Martinez. She's amazing! I don't think she's even 5 feet tall (I'm bending down in the picture!) She cooked me my first REAL Spanish meal, Paella, which is a popular rice and seafood dish in Spain. If you look closely in the picture below (click to enlarge), you will see a tentacle in the middle of the pan. Yeah... that's a squid! It was good! Anyway, Josefa, who's nickname is Pepi, has a daughter, Ana Isabel, who is around my age. I went out with her and her friends last night! Highlights: paid for drinks with my first Euros, met some very fast-speaking Spanish chicos (one of whom looked EXACTLY like Robert from Everybody Loves Raymond!), and then finished off the food and drinks with a toast/shot of Spanish rum! We were going to go to a discoteca (dance club), but Ana wanted to come home and I still needed to unpack and get situated, but we plan on going again soon! It was SO much fun! Anyway, I need to get ready to meet up with Macarena, but I will list a few other highlights of the trip quickly before I go: I saw my first bidet in Pepi's bathroom (still haven't used it!). All the cars here are super small but really cool. I have my own room with a closet, bunk bed, desk, etc. (pictures soon). I need a good pair of dress shoes to fit in here, but the guys last night liked my VANS! The Davis Cup (tennis) is going on right now in Madrid. I watched Rafael Nadal play an American on tv, and I was rooting for Raf haha! I watched pretty much the equivalent of E!News here with Pepi. Spanish word of the day: torero = bullfighter. They are the BIGGEST celebrities here in Spain! Anyway, I could keep going and going, but I need to get back to Spanish life... necesito ducharse! Hasta luego, amigos!
-Ry-
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