Sevilla
In Sevilla, the women are skinny but have extremely ample bosoms. The coffee is teeny tiny, but really creamy and good. The ice cream is thicker and tastier, the streets cobblestone, the evening weather perfect to the point of absolute equilibrium, and the streets of Barrio Santà Cruz wind between buildings with old, dignified, S&M looking doors. Cafès melt out of the walls as you turn the corner, and at night the streetlamps glow yellow. If it feels like noon, it´s five-thirty, and if it feels like dinnertime, it´s about eleven.
I can´t believe I´m even here.
Instead of lewd comments, the lecherous construction workers say "¡Que sueño!" or just follow you with black coffee eyes. Most people speak sufficiently broken English to matchy my sufficiently broken Spanish, and every man, woman, and child possesses the sexiest speaking voice that I have ever heard in my life. Turk and I have taken to naming our favorite women, and so far we have Consuelo, the demure waitress; Mercedes, the best pair of tits I´ve seen so far in Spain; Lupe, the adorable audioguide seller at El Alcazar; and Mábel, who I have not yet seen.
If I thought I had lived my life before I came here, I was wrong, and the only thing more magnificent than remembering the past two days is realizing that I have about nineteen more to go.
Be jealous. Be very jealous.
I can´t believe I´m even here.
Instead of lewd comments, the lecherous construction workers say "¡Que sueño!" or just follow you with black coffee eyes. Most people speak sufficiently broken English to matchy my sufficiently broken Spanish, and every man, woman, and child possesses the sexiest speaking voice that I have ever heard in my life. Turk and I have taken to naming our favorite women, and so far we have Consuelo, the demure waitress; Mercedes, the best pair of tits I´ve seen so far in Spain; Lupe, the adorable audioguide seller at El Alcazar; and Mábel, who I have not yet seen.
If I thought I had lived my life before I came here, I was wrong, and the only thing more magnificent than remembering the past two days is realizing that I have about nineteen more to go.
Be jealous. Be very jealous.