Craziest week of my life. That's the only way to put it. Didn't get to bed once before 7 am and didn't wake up once before 1 am. My days consisted of crawling out of bed, eating lunch, getting dressed and going back to the Feria and my nights consisted of the Sevillana. Well worth 50 euros to take that class, every other American was wishing they had done the same when they saw me tearing up that dance floor haha. The feria is made up of over 1000 'casettas' which are essentially big tents owned either privately (by businesses, for example) or are open to the public (political parties). Inside every tent is a bar, hundreds of tables and a dance floor. My host dad's company (El Corte Ingles) had a casetta as well as all of my sevillan friends, so I was never without a place to go. (A lot of other Americans didn't enjoy it as much as I did and I think it is because they simply didn't have places to go. They would stand out in the streets looking for public casettas whereas my roomate and I never had trouble getting into any).
The other little perk of having the family was not having to spend money. One day I went with my Sevillan friends for all day/night and just like that 100 Euros were gone from my wallet. The food combined with the famous rebujitos (pitchers of 'manzanilla' and 7-up) which are 12 euros add up pretty quickly. Anyways one of my new goals in life is to come back to Sevilla for one week every year just to experience that Feria. I honestly don't think that there is anything else like it in this world. In the states everybody would go for the day but it would close by 12 am and I guarantee that it wouldn't be a 7 day event - which really is quite exhausting. (I'm the only person that I have talked to that made it all 7 days). Getting back into school the following week was a little bit difficult being that I was waking up at the same time that I had gone to bed all of the previous week.
Below are some pictures of the Sevillana, when I get home I'll give a little lesson to everybody.
(a picture with the family, though its missing Carmen. From left to right: Zayra (daughter), Spencer (my roomate, behind her), Ramon (host dad), two friends of Zayra, Fidel (brother in law of carmen), myself and emilyP.S.
I also made the mistake of dancing with a man. Well I though that she was a woman. Just a very rare, odd woman. But my family told me she was a he when we got back from the Feria and they haven't let that one get by me yet. At least once a day they say (in a deep, very manly voice), "Trevor, ¿quieres bailar? (Do you want to dance?) They seem to find it very humorous.
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