A nightmare or a trip to Spain?

I'm leaving for Spain soon and all I can think is disaster. A friend that was in the program with me just backed out, leaving me with a two-room reservation in a hostel and five days to roam Seville by myself. \nUnsure of what to make of the situation, I went to STA Travel to change my tickets. This way, I wouldn't be alone in Spain for nearly a week, all the while trying to defend myself from what I hear are "ruthless men" and pickpockets. Unfortunately for me, however, it turned out that since my flight reservation was being changed so close to my departure date, I now have to go to nearly every city in the world to get to Seville (of course I am exaggerating). I leave Indianapolis for Detroit; take a flight out of Detroit to Amsterdam, Amsterdam to Barcelona and Barcelona to Seville. I leave the evening of one day and arrive the night of the next. I can't wait to sit on several flights for hours and not be able to sleep. Guess who's going to be a ray of sunshine when she meets with the rest of the orientation group? \nWhat's worse is that I can only bring two bags with me. Two bags! How can anyone expect me to pack my life up for four months into two bags? This is outrageous. Of course I plan on packing the night before I leave, because I enjoy voluntarily adding unnecessary stress to my life. \nYou know how when you first move into the dorms and don't know a soul? You can't wait to meet your roommate and find out what they're like, where they're from, and what classes they're taking? Well, I'll be moving in with a family after I go through the initial three day orientation. Oh, did I mention the family doesn't speak English? Oh yeah, and I don't find out with whom I'll be living until the day I move in. How's that for a flashback of freshman year to the most polarized extreme possible?\nWhat's convenient about my departure, however, is this: A couple weeks ago, my apartment was broken into. Obvious fingerprints were not taken by police so chances are this psycho is still roaming my neighborhood. The management office has repeatedly refused to install motion lights outside my apartment. Thank God I'm outta here until January. Burglars and peeping Toms are not high on my list of exciting ways to start the semester. \nWhile all you good students are attending class, I have a bit of a break before mine. Classes in Spain aren't going to officially start for another three weeks. No, this does not mean I can wander around the city all day and do nothing academically. A mandatory intensive seminar will take up much of my initial time there.\nAll in all, I am anxious to finally get there. After months of planning I have absolutely no idea what to expect from the moment I step off the plane. I already anticipate the people I meet and the city I'll temporarily reside in to be nothing like I can ever imagine. After a plane ride from hell, I won't be ready to consume the city fully until the jet lag is gone and I settle in with the unfamiliar family. Until then, I'll be getting lost in a strange town and eating foreign food.