Sunday, February 10, 2013

Make it Rain

Everyone who knows me, or has heard of me...or has seen my face inside of a Whole Foods,  knows that I hate to spend money.

"Why?" you might ask. "Money can buy you fun things like ice cream and love" you might say. To those of you who live by this motto, who's pockets have been marred by holes scorched by monies come and gone, let me explain.

During the summer, I work in a sorghum field...in the Texas heat...all day. This means that I sell a little piece of my soul, everyday, for money. Accordingly, every time I spend even a single dollar I think of exactly how much of my soul it took to make said dollar. Then, I begin to re-experience the utter pain of the sorghum fields. My mouth gets dry, I feel beads of sweat trickle down my neck, my arms begin to shake, and I kid you not, I think I become a bit more tan.

Because of this intense aversion to spending money, I was dreading coming to Europe because of the prices. However, upon reaching Seville, Spain I was pleasantly surprised. Everything here is so cheap!

The Cathedral in Seville

In Seville, you and a friend can have an enormous meal including three kinds of tapas, bread, and two glasses of wine (or the local favorite Tinto Verano, a drink much like sangria) for under 5 euros a person! The other day I bought a skirt for two euros!  On a sunday morning, you can find a delicious pastry for a single euro!

Deliciously cheap pastry! 

Speaking of food, I feel like I should say that it's great! Despite the fact that it is cheap, the food here is delicious and picky-eater-friendly (not that I'm a picky-eater, like a goat i'll eat anything).

Generally speaking the spanish diet consists of ham, spanish tortillas (potato omelets), stewed meats (my favorites being Carne con tomate and solomillo), sandwiches, and french fries. We literally eat french fries with every meal! (Don't worry I joined a gym)

Braised Ribs and the ever-present potatoes

Three cheese Solomillo

Carne con Tomate (It doesn't usually have cheese)

Tortilla

A couple of warnings however:

1) Spicy food does not exist in Spain...at all. When I asked where I could find some jalepenos, my house mother informed me that jalepenos are inedible because they cause severe damage to the body...

2) They don't drink water here... Perhaps a cup a day. When I asked my house mother (who I adore!) about this. She explained that water will make you sick if you drink it when it is hot outside, so instead you should just drink beer.

3) Don't try to find American foods here because often they don't quite hit the mark. Cake is a great example of this. Cake here looks delicious until it crumbles like sand. I guess if you get really desperate you could go to McDonalds, but it's super expensive here (8 Euros for a burger). Truth be told, the food is great here so you shouldn't waste your time or money trying to find American cuisine!

4) Always read translated menus...they are hilarious.



dang...look at that girl


Sunday, January 27, 2013

Welcome!

Hola amigos,

My name is Gracie Mahan and I am a junior who is currently studying in Seville, Spain. Welcome to my blog! Before I begin this blogging adventure I thought it would be a good idea to let you know a little more about me.

According to my father, there are three kinds of people in this world. People who plan for everything, and are always prepared. People who prepare for everything, but can't handle anything. And people who plan for nothing but somehow manage to stumble their way through any situation. According to my father... I am undeniably a stumbler. 

Need an example of my stumbling? Here's a selection...

1) I launch my phone onto concrete just about every time I get out of a car, and yet, it never breaks. 

2) I sometimes drive with my eyes closed (because I'm singing of course), yet I never crash. 

3) I'm clumsier than a beached whale, but I've never broken a bone.

4) I always win games...I could smash the controller with a hammer and still win at Wii bowling.

Call it Karma or good Juju, but things always seem to work out for me. However, regardless of my trustworthy yet haphazard luck, I had several concerns about going abroad: What if I hate the food? What if I accidentally say something embarrassing in Spanish? What if I fall victim to human trafficking?  

Though some of these concerns, namely the first two, are legitimate, during my first two weeks in Seville I have discovered that even the mishaps that you encounter while studying abroad are adventures in the making, things to be enjoyed and not feared! I guess you could say that I've learned a valuable lesson: Some people say that blondes have more fun, but if you ask me, it's the stumblers who have the best time. So this semester jump on board, read my blog, and join me as I Stumble through Seville!