And so it begins.

I've never crossed that many time zones before. And to be honest, I kind of thought "jet lag" was an overused sort of cop out for extra nap time upon arrival.

It isn't. I'm exhausted. This is nuts. In less than twenty-four hours time (I'm not going to do the math on time zone crossing versus "real" time, as though it exists...) I have crossed half the country, an ocean, and entered a new continent. It's surreal to say the least.

So far there's been a lot of English. That's fine with me, transitionally. Also okay with me is that parts of Sevilla I've seen at this point remind me of Guadalajara. It may seem like I'm stereotyping and clumping all Spanish-speaking cities together. I'm not! But maybe I am... either way, it makes it feel a little less foreign. That's a terrible pun, but you know what I mean.

Also so far: pretty dang smooth sailing. I'm impressed. God definitely wants me here; or that's what I'm taking on-time flights, easy luggage retrieval, meeting some neat people already, an email from a potential roommate for the year, and etc. to mean. All that said, I'm overwhelmed. But I'm okay with that; it's part of the teach abroad for a year deal I think.

Anyway, I'm here. I made it. The adventure begins!