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Last time we spoke, I had bad gas...this time I have wet feet. I just fucking walked to this internet cafe in the rain, with my sandals. And why you might ask, because I´m lazy today - to lazy to walk up the stairs and change shoes before I left the hostal.
I´m in Sevilla with some of my "boys" (very popular term when studying abroad...I despise it) for the weekend. This is supposed to be the hottest city in Europe or some bullshit...but the reality is today is cold, wet, and almost miserable. If it weren´t for the natural charm and ambience in this city...the weather and my wet feet would be much more of a downer. Kinda like why people can deal with living in London.
I pledged to myself while packing for this trip the night before I left that it was gonna be pictures galore to make up for the lack of hard evidence (photos, ticket stubs, hickies) that I´ve been having some great experiences here. Amsterdam = 1 pic with a huge marijuana plant. Brussels = a new appreciation for waffles and a picture of the Maybach. London = a much smaller balance in my bank account. Sevilla has so far been a series of pictures of buildings, statues, and plazas, none of which have me in the foreground. I am sentimental, just not enough to collect 7 months of stubs, strings, and other shit in order to come home and make a collage or memory book or something.
So...last night we went to a Flamenco show and only then did I understand what all the talk is about. Understand that Barcelona is in Catalonia...which is not "Spain". Flamenco doesn´t exist, the paella is just for the tourists, and bullfights are rare and once again for the tourists. The bullfight I went to in Barcelona was like a flash photography frenzy. Here in Sevilla they speak only spanish (no catalan), they eat the bull after the fight, and the ladies can dance while they´re father plays guitar.
After the show we met up with one of my "boy´s boys" who is studying here in Sevilla. Went to a semi-authentic moroccan tea house/hookah bar. Proceeded to the bars on calle betis...and ended up drinking far more in one night than I am used to. I have this theory about 1$ shots...and it goes like this: they just don´t get you drunk (watered down, too sugary, or something). I met this American girl named Chelsea who studies in sevilla. She was a 6.8 on the typical hot scale...but she had the name thing going for her, and later on the fact that she admitted to me that she was bisexual, and these really sexy glasses, for me she was like an 8-8.5
I left the bar with Marcus and Dave, two of my boys, and we were outside the place deciding whether or not to call it a night. Guess who comes out the door...Chelsea. Long story short...we go to bar together, then to her place, and I had the best sexual experience I´ve had in a while...it was way different and way cool. I´m gonna hold back cuz I don´t know who´s reading this...for all I know this might make the Jewish Daily Braeswood Times.
Anyways, I´m outta here...just in time to go re-wet my feet in the rain.
I´m in Sevilla with some of my "boys" (very popular term when studying abroad...I despise it) for the weekend. This is supposed to be the hottest city in Europe or some bullshit...but the reality is today is cold, wet, and almost miserable. If it weren´t for the natural charm and ambience in this city...the weather and my wet feet would be much more of a downer. Kinda like why people can deal with living in London.
I pledged to myself while packing for this trip the night before I left that it was gonna be pictures galore to make up for the lack of hard evidence (photos, ticket stubs, hickies) that I´ve been having some great experiences here. Amsterdam = 1 pic with a huge marijuana plant. Brussels = a new appreciation for waffles and a picture of the Maybach. London = a much smaller balance in my bank account. Sevilla has so far been a series of pictures of buildings, statues, and plazas, none of which have me in the foreground. I am sentimental, just not enough to collect 7 months of stubs, strings, and other shit in order to come home and make a collage or memory book or something.
So...last night we went to a Flamenco show and only then did I understand what all the talk is about. Understand that Barcelona is in Catalonia...which is not "Spain". Flamenco doesn´t exist, the paella is just for the tourists, and bullfights are rare and once again for the tourists. The bullfight I went to in Barcelona was like a flash photography frenzy. Here in Sevilla they speak only spanish (no catalan), they eat the bull after the fight, and the ladies can dance while they´re father plays guitar.
After the show we met up with one of my "boy´s boys" who is studying here in Sevilla. Went to a semi-authentic moroccan tea house/hookah bar. Proceeded to the bars on calle betis...and ended up drinking far more in one night than I am used to. I have this theory about 1$ shots...and it goes like this: they just don´t get you drunk (watered down, too sugary, or something). I met this American girl named Chelsea who studies in sevilla. She was a 6.8 on the typical hot scale...but she had the name thing going for her, and later on the fact that she admitted to me that she was bisexual, and these really sexy glasses, for me she was like an 8-8.5
I left the bar with Marcus and Dave, two of my boys, and we were outside the place deciding whether or not to call it a night. Guess who comes out the door...Chelsea. Long story short...we go to bar together, then to her place, and I had the best sexual experience I´ve had in a while...it was way different and way cool. I´m gonna hold back cuz I don´t know who´s reading this...for all I know this might make the Jewish Daily Braeswood Times.
Anyways, I´m outta here...just in time to go re-wet my feet in the rain.