I've been having romantic dreams about genius girls, getting through the hard times together. In real life, I am struggling to feel connected on the road, where company is both plentiful and hard to find.
Seville is like a giant red ribbon which tickles my noise and demands my attention whenever I fling myself at the city centre.
I also find myself beguiled by whatever mysteries in terms of countries I might conjure for myself in the near future. I am here, and I also feed off the cognitive awareness of many places in which I'm not, both known and unknown. It serves to highlight this current jewel in my Spanish tiara. Jewellery metaphors are apt: I made the acquaintance of a French shop seller today, and purchased 3€ pendants for myself and a few others. The stall was smack in the middle of the Festival of Nations, which included wooden Buddha statues the sizes of chairs, dream catchers of any size you can imagine, and Belgian waffle burgers (one of which I consumed and found a little small).
I need to come back to Spain in order to see the following:
That's two weeks' worth of sights already, I expect.
And I will never ever get enough of Barcelona.
I also find myself dreaming about Southeast Asia and Latin America. Homestays, anyone?