Over the Pond and Into the Heart of the City

Now that I’m all settled in and filled to the brim with my first tapas experience, I figured this would be a good time for blog post number one!
They say it’s all about the journey, and so far mine has been very interesting, give or take a few awkward encounters.
On the flight to Heathrow, I had my first legal drink (does this make me a part of the mile high club?) which was a Spanish red wine that sent me right into the comfiest of snoozes. Next stop, Heathrow, London.
Things not to do in a British airport:

1. Ask an attendant who looks like Chuck Bass which security lane you have to go in. He will answer by telling you your final destination(which is written on the ticket you showed him), thereby making you both feel really, really awkward. You win, CB, you win.
2. Take your shoes off at security to walk through the detector. They’ll ask you why your they are off and insist that you “Please put them back on and just proceed to the next attendant.” 
3. Assume that powder in make-up form is not a liquid. Cause it is. And they will hand-search your bag until they find it...25 minutes later...

London town may have been a bust but it was smooth sailing, or I guess flying from there!
When I arrived safely in Seville, the wonderful people at CIEE took me right to my homestay. One great thing about Seville is that a majority of the population is below 5’5” so I finally see eye-to-eye with people I’m talking to!
I love my new host mama! She may not speak a lick of English but I’m sure we’ll find a way to break the language barrier and hopefully it’s over a few rounds of tintos(red wine and soda)!
Mama 2.0 mistakenly locked us out of our piso so we spent the afternoon in her neighbor’s apartment. Let’s just say that I wasn’t even in Spain for an hour and someone already tried to see me naked...They have four kids, all under the age of six, and one of the little boys was insistent on opening the bathroom door as I was changing from my flight clothes. Still, I can confidently say that playing with a 2-year-old baby within my first hour in Sevilla was just the best thing that could have ever happened.
Time to sleep off this jetlag!