City of Oranges

Typical tourist as I am, I arrived today in Sevilla at around 3:30 and I was out of the hotel, camera in hand by 4:00. I actually felt quite refreshed because I took three sleeping pills today (or was it yesterday?) After 2 years of tossing and turning for at least an hour a night, I feel like a kid who just discovered cake. I had no idea the luxury I was living without. I fell asleep for 90% of the flight (my seat reclining mechanism was broken), and I slept through the entire bus ride to Sevilla (thank God I had my friend Jason next to me to poke me extensively at our stop).

As I emerged from the hotel, I looked up to discover a beautiful orange tree! I quickly unzipped my fanny pack and whipped out my camera to grab a shot. I looked down the street and I realized there were about 300 more lining the sidewalks. In fact, as we got lost trying to navigate the back alleyways that were not even listed on our map, I don't actually recall a moment when an orange was not in sight. Therefore, I have deemed this city my "city of oranges". Given I have an addiction to orange juice/ oranges/ any other orange flavored food, I have decided that I am going to like it here.

Following my usual "hit and run" approach to city tours, we saw all 7 of the major sights in Sevilla today. We also enjoyed our first official meal in Spain at the local McDonalds. For all those scowling at my insolence, I am proud to say that I ordered my chicken snack wrap in Spanish.
We met the rest of our group tonight at the hotel, went to dinner and went over the plan for the rest of the trip. No one slept last night and so everyone is hitting the hay early, except for a few brave souls who decided that they need to embrace their first night being able to order alcohol without a fake. For the sake of my parents, I will not admit to which group I belong. All in all, Sevilla is gorgeous, but I am anxious to actually know the city. I'm also anxious to drink orange juice.