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it's hard because six weeks is just enough time for you to get used to something, for things to feel normal, for you to have a routine. for something to feel permanent. spain just felt like it was going to last. and it hasn't of course and i don't know how to deal with it. i still haven't snapped out of it. it's like i keep expecting to wake up to a burning hot sun and overlooking ancient roofs and with the air that smells so different, even in madrid. (especially in andalucía though.)
anthony bourdain was in egypt and he was talking to a man who said you need six days for a place to change you, for it to sink into your skin. i only got five days in sevilla and it changed me forever. how would fifty years feel there? who would i be there? how beautiful can life be?
anthony bourdain was in egypt and he was talking to a man who said you need six days for a place to change you, for it to sink into your skin. i only got five days in sevilla and it changed me forever. how would fifty years feel there? who would i be there? how beautiful can life be?