¡sevilla!

when i arrived in sevilla i was feeling a little down- not sad, or second guessing. just super tired and a little bummed out not having felt the fuego in madrid. i was sitting outside watching the beautiful people of sevilla walk by (and their straight out of vogue outfits) eating a tapa and having some agua. i reached down to grab my bag, and right there was a hu-mongo feather!

it was so obvious! for those of you who don´t know... feathers are my "thing". i have the tattoo, sweet cousin rebecca gave my a feather bracelet that i have tied around my pack, i have them everywhere around me. and when i see a feather at a time like this- it´s a sign to me from my angels (most importantly my dad and aunt gwen) that everything is OK!

so after a lovely siesta, a hot shower, i went with some ladies from the hostel to the first tapas bar ever! (apparently, there are about 23 ´first tapas bar ever´)

after finishing tapas (around 1am) we head over to the "hottest night club in sevilla". it´s empty. we were told to wait 30 more min. and see what happens. 2am people begin to sprinkle in... 2:30 it´s packed. and it´s wednesday! i hope i get used to this. i found out here that sevilla is a major study abroad for city in spain for american girls. 19 yr. old american girls who get super drunk, scream, fall, and vom all over themselves. i can do this in austin any night!! so i left (right after a lady gaga bad romance remix.)

sevilla is the most conservative city in spain. and the people are so proud, classic and beautiful. there are churches for miles and the city is much cleaner than the others i have seen. the older women still wear traditional dresses while the younger women have style i couldn´t even begin to think of. the men style their hair perfectly, with loafers and gold cuff links. it´s so classic and beautiful!

the city itself is so difficult to get around. being the hottest city in spain, the streets were made very narrow with walls atleast 2 stories tall to block the sunlight from beaming down. (also to mention, their each about 3 blocks long and change names half way thtough.) it´s the worlds largest urban hedge maze!

siestas, an evening by the pool on the terrace (the sun doesn´t set till 10pm!) and more tapas. i think i can get used to this!a local told us about a jam session in a neighborhood close to the hostel, and some of us were daring enough to try to find it. the trick was that there is no sign- only a red door. well... 15 red doors later we found it! it was like ´last concert cafe´meets 'emo´s' while all in spain. there was a full band with a brass section and 3 guys from morocco singing with some freestlye over it all. my favorie cultural experience so far. (next to the siesta.) i wish i took more pics so it could explain itself, but that would have given away my tourist nature.

sevilla was beautiful. i loved it. except for one thing that has convinced me to leave today. the allergies. i can´t breath. (and the old men on every corner selling tradition arabic insense isn´t helping.) i´m over it. that and the fact that i´m 99% positive that a gypsy cursed me while i was on a walk this morning. no details necessary.