It’s Sunday afternoon and 4 chimes just broke loose from all the churches in Sevilla. I’m in Espana now, with no new stamps in my passport because there’s no boarder control between great-at-speaking english Portugal and bright-lipstick-wearing Spain.
A scene out of Senora’s videos in Spanish class doce years ago
I speak enough Spanish to order food but not enough not to be constantly surprised with what actually comes.
Here was the trip: A spanish guitar shop in Arcos de la Frontera, a white village called Zahara, Ronda, Ronda, wifi at home, I’m going to skip Cartamon, Malaga, Nerja, the tallest Sierra Nevada under the stars, Granada, where a tapa with a drink is the norm, Lonely Ron, Hamilon, Rafa, Claudia <3, the miraculous car key, Osuna, friends with cute police officers, siestas, Paula keeping it together, emails in spanish to procure tickets, the Caminita del Ray, or, the Caminita del stroll, Sevilla, saying “see you soon!” to Paula, and quality time with the gorgeous Colleen.
I’m with one of my best friends 🙂
The most dangerous walk in the world is now completely fenced in.
The bull fighting rink: I learned that they eat the bull in the end.
Leeny and I explored the Jewish quarter, had bad customer service (a theme), drank wine in the morning (also a theme), saw wristy and captivating Flamanco, visited Alcazar, snuck into a maze, exercised daily in Maria Luisa Park (except when it was closed due to wind), felt judgments arise about the lack of information available regarding the Spanish inquisition, loved cooking at home, met a South Korean named Lee, saw a movie that was definitely a movie, tried to be kind and courageous, adored Chelsea Handler, saw saintly depictions of Christopher Columbus, went on a tapas crawl, and heard the word tapita used in context.
I’ve been thinking a little bit about that the age old question of how many angels can dance on the head of a pin? And it might depend on if they’re dancing to Flamanco or Fado.
Portugal and Spain have been very different experiences and tomorrow I leave for Africa for the first time ever! I’ve gotten more information from people who have been there recently and I am both excited and a healthy dose of nervous.
sending a big, crushing hug,
‘mi
Adventuresam 
Love the photos with captions. Anticipating and exciting and interesting Moroccan post. Safe traveling. The pic of you and Colleen is SUPER!
Thanks dad!!
Having mixed feelings about eating the bull… does that make it better? ; )
Great post – Muchas Gracias
That’s a good philosophical debate. I reckon it totally does.
Hey, Miss Sammi – Hope you have a terrific time in Africa. Looking forward to news and photos. XXOO
Yay!!! Africa!! First time ever!!! It actually happened!!!!