mi primer semana en Espana (first week in Spain)
I have been here only four days, but i already feel more comfortable speaking spanish than writing english. Although, speaking spanish is really tiring. After talking with my Senora for thirty minutes, I needed a 3 hour nap. In order to understand her, I need to pay attencion to each and every word she says. This is way different than english where I can barely pay attencion to people and still understand them. My Senora and Pepe are great. They have 4 children. One of their sons has two sons. When I told the sons my name, they said "Jackson." I had no idea what they were talking about. But I soon learned... "Micheal Jackson." I told them my name was Micah. They responded by saying "Mike-aahhhhhh." For anyone who wants to know, its pronounced "mike-ah."
The city of Sevilla is beautiful. The roads, the buildings, the architecture all speaks to the long history of the town. The roads in the denser parts are really narrow and twisting everywhere. whoever designed the city must have been an idiot or a genius. I can't imagine that this city ever could have been taken over by outsiders because it is simply so difficult to move through the streets because they are all one way, one lane roads;some are as small as 5 feet wide. I am reminded of my youth trying to use crayons to tranverse the maze handed to me at Dennys (in order to keep me busy and therefore not too loud). Although, I think Sevilla is much more difficult because there are both straight and bending roads.
Two nights ago, I went to a flamenco show. The dancer uses his shoes essentially as percussion instruments. It reminds me of step dance; but more latin. Last night I went to the bars and discotecas. I went with my american friends. When we arrived at the discoteca, the american girls started to dance...like, well, american girls. at first, there were only a few people there. but I think the word got out to all of the straight spanish guys in town because they decended upon the club like water which just broke through the levies on the edge of a city. After that, making a fool of myself dancing, and getting rejected from a spanish girl (who i later found out had a boyfriend angrilly staring at me behind her), I decided it was time to leave. After wandering around the city for an hour, I finally made it home.
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