The theme that was brought to the table was mascotas, pets that Abuela had owned, taken care of, or apparently, killed throughout her lifetime. This is what I caught:
Next-door at McDonald’s, parents ordered their children Happy Meals while sitting next to signs that read “Happy Ramadan.”
Words you would expect to see in a war zone, not at a university.
A quick and dirty inventory of things that don’t seem to exist in Spain. Some of these are more missed than others.
The above video is a decent summary of my first few days in Sevilla– frenetic and rough around the edges.