Dear Diary
Hello all! Im writing you from Beautiful and warm Sevilla, Andalucia. Now for some facts: I spent the last two nights at a hostal that seems very popular with the Brits, Americans and Aussies so I've had plenty of people to gab with. Yesterday was a holiday here in in the south of Spain. And not holiday in the get drunk in the streets sense, holiday in the everything is closed sense. So that was kindof shitty but it allowed me to relax, recover, and read. I ended up last night with a big group of hostalers; a couple from Canada, a trio from Jersey, and a few other random loners like myself. All really great folks and all looking to make friends. We walked around all evening to a few different restaurants (tapas are super cheap, and the people here seem to eat constantly) then eventually to a flamenco club were some spainish chicks danced to guitars and clapping. It was cool, in its own way. But for a fan of pseudo electronic space rockjam, it was lacking a bit of depth, though dense with emotion. I miss my guitar painfully.
This morning I pack up my stuff, left the hostal and walked about 100 meters to a different, cheaper one. It costs much less and I have a private room, which is nice considering the british chick I stayed with vomited in the sink and the other dude saws logs all night. But thats hostal life I guess. Everything is back hopping in Sevilla today and I have spent most of the day walking around taking in the sights. Sevilla is like a really tiny paris in that it revolves around multiple centers and isnt neccesarily a grid. So I just walk untill my dogs start barking, take a rest in a park or on a bridge, then turn around, completely lost, and try to find my way back again. There's musicians in the street here. And I mean musicians. Classical quartets playing mozart for whatever you'll throw in the case, I spent an hour just sitting right next to a group listening, twas nice.
Tommorow I, the canadian couple, and an aussie dude named Piers are going to hire (in American: rent) a car and drive to the coast to go surfing. Hoepfully I will catch a big enough wave that I can ride it all the way to Africa. (Screw you guys and your fear) Its 65 and sunny today yet everyone is pretending its winter -wrapped in peacoats and scarves like regular parsians or londoners. Gotta wear all those clothes sometime huh? Me, tshirt and jeans. I reek of the States. Anyways, I find this style of blog to be painfuly boring, no?
If you've been to the south of spain and have a recomendation for me as far as where I need to go let me know, theres alot of cool stuff only a 10 euro train ride away and I cant decide!
Enjoy your backyards... these people are jealous of them.
This morning I pack up my stuff, left the hostal and walked about 100 meters to a different, cheaper one. It costs much less and I have a private room, which is nice considering the british chick I stayed with vomited in the sink and the other dude saws logs all night. But thats hostal life I guess. Everything is back hopping in Sevilla today and I have spent most of the day walking around taking in the sights. Sevilla is like a really tiny paris in that it revolves around multiple centers and isnt neccesarily a grid. So I just walk untill my dogs start barking, take a rest in a park or on a bridge, then turn around, completely lost, and try to find my way back again. There's musicians in the street here. And I mean musicians. Classical quartets playing mozart for whatever you'll throw in the case, I spent an hour just sitting right next to a group listening, twas nice.
Tommorow I, the canadian couple, and an aussie dude named Piers are going to hire (in American: rent) a car and drive to the coast to go surfing. Hoepfully I will catch a big enough wave that I can ride it all the way to Africa. (Screw you guys and your fear) Its 65 and sunny today yet everyone is pretending its winter -wrapped in peacoats and scarves like regular parsians or londoners. Gotta wear all those clothes sometime huh? Me, tshirt and jeans. I reek of the States. Anyways, I find this style of blog to be painfuly boring, no?
If you've been to the south of spain and have a recomendation for me as far as where I need to go let me know, theres alot of cool stuff only a 10 euro train ride away and I cant decide!
Enjoy your backyards... these people are jealous of them.
posted by John Stephens at Wednesday, March 01, 2006
3 Comments:
I really enjoyed and understood this wonderful account called Dear Diary!!! I still stay...Be careful! Do you know how to surf??
Love, Mom
whatever you do, don't take your eyes off your board.
Nerja. Its kinda touristy but its on the ocean and has sick beaches with cliffs and stuff. Also there is a little square in town with like 10 bars around a little courtyard including one place where I found a well missed cheese burger that turned out to be fantastic. And a big walk overlooking cliffs and water and stuff like that. And a little ways away from that is a town called Frigliana. A quaint little spanish mountian town with kinds of shops and merchants that you'd expect when the word quaint is used. Also, when are you coming home I need your help on a project? Germon.
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