These are the accounts of thirteen Americanos who made the trek across the Atlantic, to yes: eat, siesta, fiesta (and learn). Join us through our saga over the semester as we explore our new home away from home: Trujillo, Spain.
The first day: Delicious delicacies of Spain, necessary mid-afternoon naps, and the Bienvenido: the celebration of our arrival.
We were greeted by our families at the bus station (well, less of a greeting an more of a flash mob of besos and warm hugs). When we arrived to our new home our Madres filled our plates and before we could finish begged us to eat more. After our first Spanish feast, our freshly pressed sheets lured us into our new beds and an afternoon siesta. Later, our families convened in La Coria where our classes would be held, and we all proceeded to gorge ourselves on Spain’s famous sangria, paella, and tapas.
The feeling that this was the beginning of something great began to settle in as the sun set and the cool Spanish air sighed out of the medieval ruins that surrounded us. Welcome to Trujillo, or should I say, a little piece of Heaven.