Well, it’s been a long and tiring first month back in the States. Readjusting to English, American culture, work, classes, and pretty much everything that is included with reverse culture shock has shown up. It’s time for my final post, which will probably be my favorite because it allows me to reminisce on Sevilla.
A lot has happened between my first post before I left and now, when I’m back in Bloomington. I’m back to the normal routine and classes. No more random side trips to other countries (states perhaps) and I don’t get to hear Spanish on a daily basis. Both of these I will miss dearly, but it’s still great to be Back Hoome Again in Indianaaaaa (sorry, I can’t do it justice). So, a quick recap since I know it’s been a while since my last post.
This weekend I had the great opportunity to show off Sevilla. One of my friends from IU came down from Madrid, where he’s studying, and brought some of his Madrid friends with him. As a result, I took the role of tour guide. It definitely reaffirmed my decision of picking Sevilla over Madrid as well as enjoy the little things.
I’ve got football on my mind. Yes, my teams (Colts and Hoosiers) are struggling; I know the Colts are above .500 and coming off a big win, which I love reminding the Colts doubters in Sevilla. Then, there’s the Hoosiers. They’re playing well and just struggling to close out wins. I learned all of this on my way back from a weekend in Barcelona.
I’ve been here approximately a month to a month and a half now and I’m slowly starting to get into a routine. It’s kind of nice. It’s even better to slowly start to blend into society, or think we are. As I previously mentioned, there’s a lot to deal with when it comes to studying abroad. There’s the time zone change, the cultural change, the gastronomical change, and just the overall adjusting to a different lifestyle. I think I’m finally in the groove of things. Here’s a look at my daily routine for those who are interested. I’m not gonna lie; it is different from being at IU but at the same time, I don’t mind it.
When I think of Spain, I think of bulls, bull fights, and the Running of the Bulls. Last week I got to experience a corrida de toros (bull fight). It was definitely interesting to say the least. It’s nothing like the American impression of a bullfight, or at least the one I had before I left for Spain. It was something I had wanted to do, but didn’t know anything about it. Here’s my explanation (with the help of Wikipedia, for some of the more cultural meanings) of a Spanish bull fight.
Note: My apologies in advance for people who dislike bull fights.
Change. That’s what I think everyone’s biggest fear is. Whether it’s some small change at home or changing countries, cultures, and languages for a semester. And to be honest, it’s a valuable fear. However, after being here for almost two weeks, the change doesn’t seem too bad.