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after a four- or five-hour bus ride from granada, i arrived in sevilla with pia and jeline at about eight in the evening. i left at ten in the morning the very next day, staying a grand total of fourteen hours.
it was enough. enough at least to do the following:
- get lost in a square full of shops that sold flamenco shoes and wedding gowns
- somehow find our way to our totally unmarked, anonymous hostel
- lug thirty kilos of luggage up a narrow, steep flight of stairs
- meet the world's cutest, most harrassed and spaced-out all-around swiss-french muchacho (the guy at the front desk at oasis)
- be shocked that we were checking into mixed-gender dorm rooms
- join a free tapas tour with least a dozen other travelers
- snap pictures in front of the catedral
- get a minor crush on one of my tapas tour-mates
- stuff my face with sodium-packed tapas and sangria
- laugh uproariously and take photos upon seeing that the tapas bar was on a street called calle gago
- walk downtown to a bar called la carboneria for a free flamenco performance
- put away my camera as requested
- wonder why polka dots seem to be an integral part of a flamenco dancer's wardrobe
- watch flamenco
- fall in love
- marvel at the passion and intensity of flamenco all the way back to our hostel
- be not-so-secretly pleased that we were sharing our mixed-gender hostel room with my minor crush
- go online
- sleep
- wake up and get ready to go
- misplace my room key and pay a 5-euro fine
- have sardines and toast for breakfast while looking at la giralda in the distance
- walk briskly with my minor crush to take photos of the catedral and la giralda in the excellent morning sun
- part ways (he had to catch a bus to portugal, i had to catch a flight to barcelona)
- get totally lost on the way back to the hostel
- acquire a pair of leopard-print flats in the process
- decided "ah f*ck i'll miss my flight, f*ck the money, i'm taking a cab"
- have a twenty-minute conversation with the cabbie in atrocious but oddly serviceable spanish
- turn down a free cab ride to cordoba
- make a friend (if i ever need a cab in sevilla, i know who to call)
i am soooo going back there someday.
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