Where do u start
when nothing can be said,
when words bear no significance
on the weight of a head.
A smile, a rhyme, a passing of time
A surrender to conditions
Careful avoidance
Of attachment systems
The kind u can’t be missed in
The kind that leaves little
Or only peices of nothing behind
No mark or scar of a soul in time
Nothing lasts forever
We’re clinging to the good
Find in each day a measure
Of possibilities u once knew.
The train to Sevilla was smooth and fortunately direct from Barcelona. Tho Fran and I were at each others throats, it proved to be a beautiful and relaxing ride through the almost treeless desert land leading into the south. At 170kmh we watched the temperature gage climb steadily, 26C, 27, 30, 35, inching it’s way up as we neared Seville, the hottest city in europe. it sounds unbearable and it kinda is but it’s certainly not the kind of unbearable most Bermudians are accustomed to. Upon our arrival the temperatures began to plummet along with the sun on the horizon. We had several hostels to check out but I randomly said ‘Oasis?’ and Fran agreed. So we hitched a cab over and managed to score beds for the night. Our plan was to only stay 2 or 3 nights but that plan went up in flames in no time. We set out to find dinner and succeeded in what would be the best paella we had on the entire trip. We had planned to embrace the Saturday night but in exhaustion, decided to turn in early to get something out of the following day. We saw the sights, hit up an awesome free flamenco show and danced into the early hours at a club that was only comparable to the house party scene in dirty dancing. With no sleep, checking into yet another bed in the hostel, moving all our stuff yet again, we wasted the day away, avoiding the light and heat at all costs. When we finally rose, the sun had subsided and we headed to the hostel bar to fix our hangovers with the free drink provided. We also discovered the hostel rooftop terrace and jammed with the guitar for a bit amidst social attempts with other travellers. It was the hostel employees that took a liking to us tho and just like that we suddenly found ourselves in a family, accepted, loved, and wanted. I’m not even sure how long we stayed in Seville, the time seemed to slip just as I had hoped it would. Lost in summer heat and sun, conversations rolled, accents imitated and stories told, we fell in love with personalities and time spent wasting in social fulfilment. There isn’t anything else to say about Seville, there are no words that could do justice to the people we met, only songs, sangria and pictures that will forever remind us of a time we fell in love both with Andalusia and a random group of people who also found themselves there.
There have been many life changing events and people on this trip for me, no one is better than the other, they're all just different.
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