…España

On January 20th I will board a plane with a passport and a phone that will quickly lose national service. When the wheels touch down I will be in the south of Spain – my home away from home for the next four months. Picking a major in college means subjecting yourself to certain requirements. One of those requirements for Communication majors is one year of foreign language. Living in the landlocked Midwest means the only “foreign” exposure I’ve ever known is the Minnesotan accent, don’t cha know. It only made sense to head to where I will be the minority – where eating will be dependent on my learning a new language. Choosing a destination came down to answering two questions: What language do I want to learn? Where is that language spoken? The first answer was Spanish, though with some gentle competition for Russian, à la super villains. The second answer was much broader, but enough outside factors made it a clear choice. Sevilla is a tourist-friendly, culturally-immersive destination – and my adopted turf for the spring.