August 31, 2011
At 5 p.m., I stepped on a plane to begin what is sure to be a great adventure – a semester of classes in Seville, Spain.
After a long flight with little sleep, 20 of us made it to Madrid. It was 1:30 a.m. back home, but here, the day was just beginning. The airport was fancy; it had several stores and some very smooth floors that some of us used to entertain ourselves by sliding back and forth.
Four hours of waiting later, we got on our plane to Seville. I fell asleep on the plane before it took off and did not wake up until a stewardess told me we were landing.
With luggage collected, the group took its first steps on Spanish soil (besides the airport), and it was great to be almost finished with traveling. Three leaders of the Semester in Spain program greeted us, and we began the short trip to the city.
One by one, the girls were dropped off and greeted by their Señoras. At each stop, everyone remaining on the bus crowded around the windows to watch everyone's first attempt at the Spanish greeting, going to each cheek and making the kissing sound without actually making contact.
I was on the final stop, along with Mark and Luke, the only other guys in the program. We met our Señora, Isabel, and she walked us to our home for the next few months.