On jet lag and culture shock

This morning I hated Spain. I was tired, dirty, wearing dirty clothes, unable to communicate, and hungry. Somehow meals are not as fun when you have no idea where the next one is coming from or how ridiculously expensive it´s going to be. In addition, somehow our Eurail passes did not cover our train ride to Cordoba. Really I think the train agent was crazy, because we didn´t have to pay for the trip back. So I was very cranky. But after a hugely successful day trip to Cordoba (we saw the Mezquita--a mosque-turned-church-- AND a supermarket!) I was feeling much better. We had some strawberry ice cream, which helped even more, and when we returned, we found our backpacks waiting! I had the best shower ever, despite the fact that our shower has the square footage of a shoebox, and am now wearing clean (!) clothes, with my dirty clothes washed with real laundry soap and hanging in the shower. There is a semi-creepy man hanging out down here by the computer, but he´s talking with the man behind the desk, so I´m sure all is fine. I will tell more about what we´re actually doing when I have free internet access and there aren´t creepy men around, but for now know that we are both doing very well and are excited to spend tomorrow hanging out in Sevilla. We´re going to the cathedral, the post office, and the paseos--three long blocks where everyone just walks around, lots of good shopping and people-watching. Does it get any better?