So I have been in seville for a week now and it is hot hot hot. I heard it was the hottest city in europe on my first night in the hostel and they were right. I walk past the digital thermometer most days and haven't seen it below 35' at midday.
In fact I left a rainy england. The flight was awful, I was stuck between two arm rest hoggers and just in general I felt sick and nervous about leaving. The hostel I stayed at was great and met lots of travellers but although I enjoyed the evening sangria with my new hostel friends and going out for tapas I had a task to find a flat. I did not realise before this trip how important body language is in conversation. Add to this my phone is crap and is really crackly, ringing people in spanish was a nightmare. I constantly had to say 'I cant hear you?' 'What street was that?'. But after a few calls with spanish people I was on a roll. "Hola he visto tu anuncio en easy piso punto com y el piso todavia es disponible? Quien vive alli? add a few vales and they were shocked to see an english ginger kid turn up.
I saw 7 flats in total, one was a dirt cheap £26 a week where you couldn't swing a cat in the whole flat. I ended up settled in a tiny street on the east of the city to be near my far away uni but also be in the centre. I live with a spanish student and a french student who speak no english so I will have to say bye bye to the english I used so much in the hostel.
Note: Everyone I have met here in seville, erasmus or travellers have been so nice and they have definitely eased me into this trip.
Note 2: The first note excludes the man who was snoring in the bunk bed below me last night.
Some photos. (I have more free time now as I'm not stressed finding a flat so will try to take some better shots because its so beautiful here).
2nd night on the hostel's rooftop. Why I no look at the camera!
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