Reporting in...from McDonald's?

McDonald's is everywhere.

And in Seville, McDonald's has WiFi. Which is very important to me at the moment, since it's almost free.

Well, where to begin. I don't have much time since I only have a thirty minute card and I really don't feel like buying anything else and supporting the McDonaldization of the world, no matter how convenient WiFi is. I am in Spain, which is surreal. I'm jet-lagged a bit, but not as bad as I could be, since I have become a master at randomly catching naps. And I'm debating on the wisdom of travelling across the water with the goal of remaining a vegetarian. My roommate, Mirais, is a pescatarian, so I'm not a hundred percent sure what's going to happen there. I'm a little frustrated with the situation, but I haven't met my host mother yet, so I don't know what might happen. Maybe she's actually a real vegetarian and will make me all sorts of yummy meals. And maybe I am a spoiled child and should at least suck it up for now and grow a taste for fish. Who knows?

So far, Spain is vivacious. The people are loud enough to make Americans look introverted, and they speak so fast that I can't understand them most of the time. It's probably partially a result of the jet-lag, but I am finding it very difficult to communicate.

The cutest little girl just wandered up to me and I am officially making that coo-ey girl noise. Interiorly.

Also, the predominate colors in the Spanish wardrobe seem to be black, red and white or shades thereof. I'm afraid my companions and I stick out in so many ways it is a little ridiculous. It will be interesting to see how this goes.

I'll update you soon. The transition promises to be rough, but at least the flight was lovely. I love seeing clouds from above.

Over and out.