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Siebs no longer in Spain
I flew home from Sevilla on June 8. I’ve been back for just over three weeks, and in that time I’ve already found a job, bought a car and moved. I’m relieved to be out of Spain. When I think about the past nine months, it’s like they never happened. I can only remember them … Continue reading
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Yesterday I had my first encounter with Sevilla’s mercadillos. A mercadillo is an enormous Sunday market (or whatever day it happens to land on)—you can buy fruit, baby shoes, sweater socks, see-through thongs, boxer briefs in a marijuana-leaf print, knock-off designer purses, pirated “Air Bud” DVDs, assorted fabric, jewelry and just about anything else you … Continue reading
Namely: I solved the mystery of the pan flute guy. I used to complain about the pan flute guy when I lived in Triana. My attempts at siesta were constantly interrupted by tunes from (arguably) the world’s most obnoxious instrument. I assumed it came from a hobo in my neighborhood. Turns out, the culprit is … Continue reading
Did you catch that? Holiday scenes. I’m being politically correct and accommodating to persons from all faith backgrounds. Ah, but screw it—this is Spain. Let’s call a spade a spade and a belén a belén: These are totally Christmastime photos, taken by me, an amateur who can barely operate a point-and-shoot camera. Enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!! The Ayuntamiento … Continue reading
I was never a princess-y little girl. By a certain age, I had developed an incurable aversion to anything pink or frilly. I loved to play dress-up, but more along the lines of wearing one of my mom’s old bridesmaid dresses (obviously not one of her favorites) and choreographing dances to Gloria Estefan songs; it … Continue reading
