We had 4th row seats! (Sevilla is in white.)
Blake all suited out to cheer for our team!
Lance and Rachel
Huge stadium!
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
I love this game
A big group of us splurged on a Sevilla soccer game and went Saturday night. It was amazing! The opposing team wasn't even "big" (we won 5-0!), but the place was still electric. There was singing and chanting and clapping... lots of spirit.
We had 4th row seats! (Sevilla is in white.)
Blake all suited out to cheer for our team!
Lance and Rachel
Huge stadium!
We had 4th row seats! (Sevilla is in white.)
Blake all suited out to cheer for our team!
Lance and Rachel
Huge stadium!
Sunday, February 24, 2008
26.2 miles
Something about Sundays… we’re always having the craziest adventures! Today was no exception. This weekend we’re in Sevilla, which hasn’t happened for a few weeks and won’t happen again for a while either. So Michelle and I got up this morning excited to go to church. Well, we had some problems. Sounding familiar? Oh yes.
We started at a little before 10 am as usual, heading out to our normal bus stop to catch bus #20. The #20 and one more bus would take us to the big bus station where we ride a “suburb” bus to Bormujos (where church is). We knew something was different when we saw the police directing traffic on our street. As we approached we asked a guy if the buses could still come through and he seemed to think so, so we waited for a while. No bus. Meanwhile we realized what all the commotion was about: a marathon! We’d seen signs about it for a few weeks but hadn’t noted the date and never thought the route would pass by our house. After a while we walked to another nearby stop on a major street, but still no buses. We even tried to call a taxi and some guy flagged it down before us. As we stood there, stuck, we watched more and more and MORE runners come down the street. This race was a BIG deal—hundreds of runners from all over the world! Finally a bus came and we got a little closer to our destination. We tried to catch our next bus but had to get off after about 30 yards because the route was blocked off again. After walking about 2 miles we found a smaller bus that took us where we needed to go and tried to relax.
Just for some perspective as to how badly our plans had failed so far: we needed to be at the bus station at 11 am to catch our “suburb” bus. (They leave on the hour.) It was 11:20 when we got on the little bus! Oops.
Ok, back to the story. We arrived at Plaza de Armas bus station at 11:45, now planning to catch the noon bus out of town. We waited around a little, then realized that everyone else had a little ticket and wasn’t paying with cash. We dashed back upstairs to the counter to buy tickets, but the lady told us they were done selling noon tickets. Crap!! As a last ditch effort we tried the lady in the next window, and she sold us the tickets we wanted! We sprinted back to the bus and yelled at the driver to wait. Sitting down on that bus was one of life’s little victories, for sure.
After that the day was smooth sailing—church (we only missed the singing!), fellowship, a delicious lunch with the Actons, and bus back home.
Loving a place for it’s lovely sights and smells is one thing, but Michelle and I have passed a threshold today. We felt as if Sevilla was doing everything possible to mess up our plans, but we love this place unconditionally. We are Sevillanas!
We started at a little before 10 am as usual, heading out to our normal bus stop to catch bus #20. The #20 and one more bus would take us to the big bus station where we ride a “suburb” bus to Bormujos (where church is). We knew something was different when we saw the police directing traffic on our street. As we approached we asked a guy if the buses could still come through and he seemed to think so, so we waited for a while. No bus. Meanwhile we realized what all the commotion was about: a marathon! We’d seen signs about it for a few weeks but hadn’t noted the date and never thought the route would pass by our house. After a while we walked to another nearby stop on a major street, but still no buses. We even tried to call a taxi and some guy flagged it down before us. As we stood there, stuck, we watched more and more and MORE runners come down the street. This race was a BIG deal—hundreds of runners from all over the world! Finally a bus came and we got a little closer to our destination. We tried to catch our next bus but had to get off after about 30 yards because the route was blocked off again. After walking about 2 miles we found a smaller bus that took us where we needed to go and tried to relax.
Just for some perspective as to how badly our plans had failed so far: we needed to be at the bus station at 11 am to catch our “suburb” bus. (They leave on the hour.) It was 11:20 when we got on the little bus! Oops.
Ok, back to the story. We arrived at Plaza de Armas bus station at 11:45, now planning to catch the noon bus out of town. We waited around a little, then realized that everyone else had a little ticket and wasn’t paying with cash. We dashed back upstairs to the counter to buy tickets, but the lady told us they were done selling noon tickets. Crap!! As a last ditch effort we tried the lady in the next window, and she sold us the tickets we wanted! We sprinted back to the bus and yelled at the driver to wait. Sitting down on that bus was one of life’s little victories, for sure.
After that the day was smooth sailing—church (we only missed the singing!), fellowship, a delicious lunch with the Actons, and bus back home.
Loving a place for it’s lovely sights and smells is one thing, but Michelle and I have passed a threshold today. We felt as if Sevilla was doing everything possible to mess up our plans, but we love this place unconditionally. We are Sevillanas!
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Lagos, Portugal
Friday of this past week we had a Tech trip to Huelva, where Colombus raised support for his journey to the New World. We saw some of his original letters and went on board reconstructions of his 3 ships. After lunch we drove 2 more hours into Portugal, to the beautiful ocean town of Lagos. About 30 Tech kids stayed in Lagos for the long weekend. It was 3 1/2 days of paradise-- nobody wanted to go home to Spain! We spent our hours hanging on the beach, making music, walking around Lagos, and just having whatever adventure we found-- it was a wonderful weekend.
Rachel being a Red Raider
Me and Gabe making some music on the beach with our new hippie friend Anthony
Lance's glasses-- cool reflection
Walking with our bags. We stayed in the pink hotel in the background-- it had a beautiful view and was cheap!
The rocks made the beach different from anything I'd ever seen!
Rachel being a Red Raider
Me and Gabe making some music on the beach with our new hippie friend Anthony
Lance's glasses-- cool reflection
Walking with our bags. We stayed in the pink hotel in the background-- it had a beautiful view and was cheap!
The rocks made the beach different from anything I'd ever seen!
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Carnival in Cádiz!
About 60 of us Tech kids left in a bus at 6pm this past Saturday and rode about an hour to Cádiz, a city right on the coast that has a huge carnival every year. We all wore costumes and got ready to party! There were HUNDREDS of people all in one plaza, showing off their costumes and dancing and making noise and having a great time. We were SO tired in the morning but really glad we went.
Me and Michael
Lance and Gabe
Me and Michael
Lance and Gabe
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