Sevilla/Granada/Lepe…
Wow, it has been forever too much fun to be had I guess. I feel like this is the first quiet moment I have had in two weeks, wow it has been two weeks. I am writing this post from Madrid because I had to soak up every moment of Sevilla. O, Sevilla. Sevilla is definately on my top places to live before I die (yes this is a new list I have started). Love the lifestyle, love the people but this could also be because I made good friends. Me and Karina stuck it out without Virna who she thinks I secretly like more which is obviously true. But nothing can make people really affirm their friendship than a camping trip. I decided it would be an excellent idea to ask to go to the beach. What I didnt know was that I would have to sleep in a tent. But then I was excited for camping and then they told me there were no smores. So, we all got into the overly packed car on what could have been the hottest day in Sevilla (110 degrees) to discover what had all ready been discovered aka christopher columbus style. Me and Karina sat in the back with our boogie boards, rowing paddles, tents, cooler, bags, and the odd plastic bag while princessa Javi decided to have as much leg room as possible. After a share of a 20 piece we arrived at our campsite that look more like a suburban development with dirt roads. Everywhere rvs were hooked up with full steel refigerators and wood floors. The only site better was seeing Spanish women walking around in heels. Heels! Camping! Then I decided I could do this. Me and Karina tried to help as much as we could but we got a chorus filled with ¨¨I am Spanish, its not correct!” and so we decided to step back and enjoy getting eaten alive. Later we went to the beach and found beautiful moon lit sandbars and amber circles of people. Drumming, cervaces, drunk spanish guys, late night fishing. Looks like California feels like Spain. We could Spanish omelets for breakfast and Vamos! I decided I wasnt tan enough and got fifty shades darker only to be out done by Morinita. Me and Karinas little adventures and apparently conversations about nothing were priceless. Like the time we decided to have a three hour lunch in Granada and a little siesta at some hotel in the Alahmbrah. The Alambrah was beautiful and cannot be expressed in words but we did meet some very interesting on our trip, Washington Irving. Yes he was our tour guide and he use to live in the alambrah and apparently worked nights as a sex phone operator. His smooth voice guided use through the spiraled trees and delicate balconies that the princesses use to wait on, ahhhh can´t you see her hair blowing in the wind. Yeah, Irving was a creep. But, I was getting use to always going back to Sevilla and enjoying life as a temporary Sevillano. Loud Tapas, rude wait staff, amazing Cubano food, Tiriano festival along the river, Buddah, id checking, little pueblos, and under seasoned food. Ahh yes Sevilla how I will miss you.
