a good day.
i wandered around sevilla for 3 hrs by myself & found a fabulous record store.
i bought a beatles record:)
also?
my senora showed us pictures of her children as babies & of her wedding.
huge deal. spaniards usually aren't that open w/people they hardly know.
i deeply appreciated her sharing those parts of her life w/us.
& one of my favourite coffee shops played "imagine".
hearing john lennon in spain reminds me that all is not lost to darkness. i am comforted.
friday we go to cordoba to visit the mosque.
saturday i go to a market to feel alive amidst the hustle & bustle of handmade food & objects.
sunday i go to mass in the largest gothic cathedral in the world.
now?
i go buy a snack so i don't starve to death before lunch.
i love you all.
i am trying to love myself.
i am learning to love spain.
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Cacaquetes has been one of my favorite spanish words for a long time. And sacapuntes. So naughty. Or so it sounds. Really, why does pencil sharpener sound like a sexually derogative term to me? I am so corrupted. How I need you to bring purity to my life again!
i could copy and paste from your blog and our days would be similar. i TOO feel alive in the hustle and bustle of people in africa. oh cyn, i love you. i love your heart. i am sorry i am commenting like a whore, but we are whore's anyway, right?
i miss you. keep living. keep learning to love it because you will be so appreciative of this when it is gone.
I miss all of you amazing, wonderful women who are so absent in my life that my heart drips like a leaky faucet. That reminds me, I had the hardest time in the world remembering what the spanish word for "faucet" is. Maybe you can clear that up for me Cyndi. Miss you so much. Stay classy.
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