Sing Me Spanish Techno

so here i am in Spain. pretty crazy. & hot. too hot. getting here wasn´t too bad.
i made a really good friend in the Chicago airport. his name, as i named him, is olley. he didn´t say much considering he´s a luggage cart, but we still got along brilliantly. he saved me from wandering around the airport with a huge heavy bag on my back. at first, i didn´t want to buy olley for $3, but then i thought, ¨cyndi, you are not a sherpa, spend the dough and & buy a cart.¨ and what a great investment it was. turns out olley really likes coffee. i figured this out when my iced macchiatto spilled all over him. i was able to get another one for free, & didn´t bother cleaning olley off as i figured we both deserved a starbucks for all the work we were doing. while other perky students chatted amongst themselves, i remained in the corner watching them all ask each other the same questions over & over again. i just didn´t have the energy to make friends. & besides, i had olley.
the flight was ok. my seat partner was an absolute riot as she would put her blanket over her head to sleep. after every meal, she would just put down her fork, put her blanket over her head, & sit there, falling back asleep. i must admit it was pretty comical. this actually worked out well for the both of us as i was able to steal her coffee creamer & sugar w/o her knowing.
once in Sevilla, we played the waiting game for our luggage. i thoroughly enjoyed finding out that the suitcase containing ALL of my clothes had been misplaced. our program coordinator took down my info & sent me out the door to meet up w/the bus to be taken to our houses. i couldn´t actually find the bus though & as i snuck back in to the luggage area, i was accosted by a security woman demanding that i tell her why i just james-bonded it into a restricted area. like i knew i wasn´t allowed in there! i held on to my olley jr. cart for dear life as i explained the situation about my luggage & she let me go.
good news though, they did find my luggage & are bringing it my house which is on, get this, a street called ¨la virgen imaculado¨, which translates as ¨the immaculate virgen¨. & our streets in the u.s. don´t have names like this why?
spain itself is quite engaging. my host mom is a very kind woman, very talkative. i feel somewhat guilty though as we really only see her at meal time. for breakfst we eat toast w/ jam & cafe, that´s it. lunch & dinner are unusually small w/dinner not happening until 9:30 or so. the coffee is good here. the weather, not so much. i´m ready for snow.
speaking of snow, i must indulge you all on the fabulous cd my brother ben made me for the plane ride. pleasantly titled ¨from ben to cyndi¨the track list included such classics as ¨golden years¨, ¨don´t wanna miss a thing¨, & ¨hey jude¨ with new amazingness added in such as the kooks and the morning benders. the best song though was the twisted sister rendition of ¨i´ll be home for christmas¨. i have a feeling that cd will get me through these 4 months.
so for now, i feel that is all i have to share. i leave on a walking tour soon, which might prove horrendous considering the heat. we´ll see though.
until we meet again...
¨do you wanna see the world
do you wanna see the world
in a different sorta way...¨ - the kooks.

love,
cyn