Uncomfortably, Comfortable

A common phrase I hear when talking with people from TCCSevilla is how “I am uncomfortable, I was uncomfortable, this is going to be uncomfortable, etc.” even I have said it may be a couple hundred times since coming to Spain in August. The word uncomfortable can mean so many different things, it can be used as an excuse to not try something or something not to do ever again. Over the last few weeks, I have experienced uncomfortable situations, words, people, food, and afterward, I so badly want to fall back into my box of comfort, but if I did when and where would I grow? How could I meet new people like the abuelas at my church? Or realize my love for travel? Or know that I absolutely do not like gazpacho?

Fall 2019 Newsletter

Check out our Fall 2019 Newsletter that highlights two of our students who have completed internships, two new team members, and one professor who attended CAWL!

On Language and Connection

The world is a lot bigger than we think it is. It’s also quite full of persons. And, yes, I meant to write “persons” instead of “people” because I think it better emphasizes the fact that every single person that you bump into—trust me, the chica writing this blog bumped into a LOT of persons

Six Things I Wish Someone Had Told Me About Studying Abroad:

Hello all! I’ve officially been in Spain for 77 days and in those 77 days I’ve learned a thing or two. Here are six things I wish I knew before diving head first into Spanish culture 77 days ago. So, without further ado, I present to you: Six things I wish someone had told me

On Spain, Siestas, & Slowing Down

One of the first things an American living in Spain must adjust to is an entirely different concept of time. Meals are later (lunch around 2 or 3 o’clock and dinner at 9 or 10), and nearly all small businesses shut down from between about 1 and 5 pm for siesta. Meals in Spain can

It Feels Like Home

Since being in Sevilla, I have listened to the “Café con Leche” playlist on Spotify many times; it seems quite fitting considering the amount of café con leche I have drank here. It is on this playlist that I encountered a song called “Extranjera”, and when I first found the song it felt very relatable.

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