They always tell you that the second you step on a plane, your "pre-exchange" life is over and you have become a new person. I never really got that, because I figure change has to happen gradually and painfully. However, 24 hours ago I had never chatted with an old Spanish lady on a plane (who spoke so quietly I couldn't understand her); I had never eaten paella while my family spoke in rapid-fire Andalusian accents around me. There's no point in being frustrated about my language ability, because I'm here to learn so all the silly mistakes I make are "learning experiences."
Sevilla is stunning (and humid) - we took the long way home from the airport to show me the city. After siesta we're going to bike to the center of the city so I can learn my way around. Tomorrow, Javier is taking me to see my school and crew starts!
Enough English for now. ¡Hasta pronto!