I'm exhausted after about 12 straight hours of traveling. Flew LA to DC, DC to Heathrow, Heathrow to Madrid, and then took a train from Madrid to Sevilla. The airport in Madrid (Barajas) was cool – REALLY big, not at all crowded and full of cool yellowish greenish bluish posts and funky architectural design. I took pictures, and it’s a miracle someone didn’t steal my camera given how disoriented I was.
At Barajas I met another girl who was also taking a train to Seville. We got our luggage and shared a cab to the train station, Atocha Renfe. Atocha was pretty strange – both of us were extremely sleep-deprived and wandered around aimlessly, not realizing we were on the wrong floor of the three-story building. We then waited over 30 minutes to buy tickets, all the while sweating due to the heat and humidity generated by the freaking greenhouse in the train station. It’s really odd – maybe 20% of the train station is devoted to a very healthy open-air mini-greenhouse, and the whole place is as humid as the Amazon. We just made it onto the 2 p.m. train, threw our luggage into the racks and both immediately fell asleep and snoozed all the way to Seville (2 hours, 20 minutes). We split a cab from the Seville train station (Santa Justa) to the hotel, and now here I am, struggling to stay awake.
All greetings by CIEE staff at the hotel were in Spanish, which is tough to use if you’re American and as exhausted as I am. I couldn’t answer even the simplest questions, such as “¿Qúe tal tu viaje?” (“How was your trip?”), for lack of sleep. I hope to sleep a lot tonight, which seems likely - our late-night horse drawn carriage ride was cancelled because the drivers are on strike, although apparently for them being on strike means standing with the carriages and actively soliciting passengers. Hopefully I’ll begin to soak up the culture tomorrow.
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