First Day in Sevilla

My flight to Sevilla was long. I spent about 15 hours traveling. I am have also been sick. I take my medicine every 4 hours, yet I am still stuffed with mucus (sorry, I know it's gross). Finding the hostel was also a bit difficult, as it's located on some hidden alley. The hostel is located by a street called Calle Sierpes, which has a lot of name brand stores, but at night, the street was completed deserted. It was a bit scary, actually. But when I went out this afternoon, it was bustling with people.

Sevilla is very colorful, and the streets are lined with palm trees and orange trees. It's smaller than a city, but larger than your average town. I have only interacted with a few people so far. Some people have been staring at me, probably because it's quite obvious that I'm not from around here. I am trying to use as little English as possible, but the hostel staff can tell that I'm American, so they start speaking to me in English, even if I initiate the conversation in Spanish. That's not to say that my Spanish is great, though. I totally forgot how to say things like "locker" and "receipt." I also don't fully comprehend what people are saying. However, some local Spanish kids tried interviewing me, asking me questions about my impressions of Sevilla, which went prety smoothly. They had a very distinctive Andalusian accent -- that is, they drop a lot of their 's (i.e. adios becomes adio).

Right now I'm eating bread from a local grocery store because I can't afford to eat out (it costs about 10 euros for a meal -- that's more than $10 in US dollars). I'm planning to go do some more exploring, and hopefully I'll post some pictures soon.

¡Hasta pronto!