First thoughts on Seville!

So this is my third night in Sevilla and I'm still getting my bearings.

Highlights/lowlights from the flights over:
Lowlight: Seven-hour layover in Newark. Made the terrible mistake of eating New Jersey's version of Mexican food for lunch, which was mind-blowingly bad.
Highlight: Couldn't sleep at all on the overnight flight to Spain, but used the sleepless hours to watch three movies and play some games. Having a TV for each seat is, by far, the best aviation-related invention in recent history.
Lowlight: For five terrifying minutes, SpanAir representatives wouldn't let me get on the flight from Barcelona to Seville. I think I now have high blood pressure based on that one incident.
Highlight: While buying a sandwich at the airport, I attempted talking to the cashier in Spanish and she laughed at me. Solid.

Thoughts on Spain:
- Firstly, everything is beautiful. Walk along any street in central Seville and I guarantee that you'll find something breathtaking within five minutes. "Just walkin' along to get groceries OH HEY there's a 700-year-old cathedral!" I can't believe places actually exist that look like this. Even the abandoned buildings with broken windows have a certain charm to them. Europe: making decaying buildings look good since before your country existed. That should be the EU's new slogan.

- Secondly, everything is smaller. The apartments, the showers, the stores, the cars, the sidewalks, etc. If I was two inches taller, I wouldn't fit in this bed. On the flight from Barcelona to Seville, my knees were touching the seat in front of me. The elevators fit three, maybe four people. I feel like Andre the Giant in basically all indoor spaces. (One exception to the "everything is smaller" observation: churches. The cathedrals are like nothing I've ever seen.)

- Thirdly, everything is just sliiiightly different. Cashiers in the stores are sitting down. Street names are on the sides of buildings, not on signs. The floor above the ground floor is the first floor. Doorknobs are sometimes in the middle of the door. Plugs are shaped differently. White pigeons. Euros instead of dollars. No ice in drinks. The metric system. Military time. Throw in the different language and it's like some bizarro version of what I'm used to. It's awesome because it's making me think about some of the things Americans do that I've always considered natural. Yeah, why the heck DO we make cashiers stand up all day?

Well, time for bed. I'd like to reiterate that I am having a beyond excellent time, and any complaints stem more from my ardent love of whining than from actual problems I'm having. I'd also like to note that about five minutes ago, my host mother came in and made fun of me for going go sleep so early, then proceeded to go eat dinner with her friend. She's like 60 years old.