"What's going on?" "I never know what's going on!"

I am starving to death. And sweating to death. It's been a very perilous two days here in Spain. Anyway, I'm starving to death because I slept through dinner last night and breakfast this morning, so... I've been living on snack packs since yesterday morning. I'm hungry. Needless to say, I was rather excited when one of the girls in the program said she was going to the store and would I like to meet her at her apt and go with her. Um, yes, I would. Plus, there are a couple other things I need to pick up, so I was thinking this was perfection.

Alas, it was not meant to be, I guess. Either google maps is upside down, or my brain is upside down, both being equally likely. At any rate, I got seriously lost. When I realized I was never going to find her apt, I came back to mine to get directions to the store in hopes that I could find her there. So I got directions and headed out. It should not have been hard; it's like a four minute walk from my apt. This is when I realized something was wrong w/ the map and/or my brain. I started noticing the street names I was supposed to find to get to her apt, but they were not in the place they were on the map. I was very confused. Anyway, I didn't find the store either. And I don't have a phone, so I couldn't call her to tell her that I was lost. I feel really bad! I definitely need to get a phone.

Anyway, I was being very annoyed that I was lost in Seville and not able to find my friend. Then I decided, you know, I knew before hand I was going to get lost several times (I'm severely directionally challenged. I get lost frequently). So I thought, while I'm lost I might as well take some pictures. Enjoy.

I think this was a church.I was more lost than I thought...

Anyway, so that's a small sampling of Seville for you. It was a rather enjoyable little jaunt through town even if I did completely fail to find what I was actually looking for. I did find the hotel where rich people stay, but I didn't take a picture; some people were loading luggage into a corvette and talking about golf. It was a nice hotel though, at least on the outside. I also used an ATM without major incident. It took me a minute to figure out where the hell my card went, but once I figured that out the rest was, well, exactly how it is in the US. I almost went to a burger king for lunch but decided not to. It was big, like three stories. I found a little ice cream shop that I'm definitely going to have to go to someday. It's really bloody hot here. Humidity, it's killin' me. yay for AC! I also stumbled upon a Roman hardware store. Not sure what that was all about...

Anyway, so that was my first lost venture in Seville. I suspect there will be a few more in the next five weeks. Maybe next time I'll actually find the supermarket. A girl can dream.

You went half way across the country in the wrong direction!

Well I made it to Spain. It was mostly smooth sailing. There was a bit of a bump in the plans in Newark. Side note, I really hate that airport. Anyway, I somehow managed to lose my boarding pass but didn't realize it until an hour before my plane was supposed to leave. So I went to customer service and talked to some guy at Continental who printed out a bunch of receipts for me and told me I was going to miss my flight if I didn't run. But then I couldn't find the damn air train that takes you to terminal B. Then I found it, and I guess I tried to get in the wrong line b/c the lady wouldn't let me through. So then I went all the way down to check in where they told me I had to go to terminal B to get a new boarding pass. So I finally found terminal B and then you have to go through security again. At this point, I knew I was going to miss my flight. So I went up to a security guard and explained my situation and asked him where the hell do I go to get a new boarding pass. He very kindly took me to the right place and, basically, informed me I wouldn't miss my flight if he could help it. And he could. We got me a new boarding pass, he rushed me to the front of the line of security, and I then ran through the terminal to my gate holding my computer, carry on, belt, and one shoe. I did make it on my flight. And I was very glad.

Anyway, I did make it to Spain in one piece. And now I am very tired. I think I'll take a nap.

According to the map, we've only gone four inches.

Well, I'm home. I survived finals, I think. Results aren't in yet, so the survival issue is still iffy. My bro flew out to NY and drove home with me. He came out with me to celebrate the end of the first year for the class of 2013. We had a good time, and he got to meet some of my friends. It was a lot of fun, so I'm glad he was cool with going out. Anyway, while we did have fun, we ended up getting a full three and a half hours of sleep as we wanted to head out at 6 so we could get to Kentucky to see my Dad. I have to say, we are machines. How we managed to drive 700 miles on only 3 1/2 hours of sleep, I'll never know. But we did, and we learned some very important things. Like Wooster is like Rooster but with a W, for instance and that I don't park straight.

Anyway, we made it to Kentucky at about 7:30, so we got to hang out with my Dad for a while. It was really good to see him! But alas, we had to head out the next day. So we got up at five again, and ate breakfast with Dad. Then we hit the open road. Again.

Thursday was kind of a long day... We drove through five states, a total of 900 miles. Again I say, we are machines. But we made it to Colorado and rejoiced to finally be in the West again.

Friday was the last day of traveling. We finished off the last 800 miles in about 12 hours. Go us. It's nice to be home again. And not in a car.