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View from the balcony in Seville. The atmosphere of this city is my favourite of those I’ve visited in Spain. The sun is shining and we’ve got 50’s pop blaring out of our little speaker.
Today will be spent doing whatever we feel like.
I have fallen in love with the Spanish language. God damn it. I wish I had been more interested in languages when I was younger.
Sitting in an empty plaza in Seville. Smoking a joint and steeling wifi from the cafe across the road. We have a place to stay tonight but we haven’t yet met the couple we’re staying with. Apparently there’s an English guy staying with them at the moment too so that’ll help us out. It’s my birthday the day after tomorrow. I don’t know where we will be. Probably on another long bus journey.
Last night was our last night in Ibiza. We made a fire inside and cooked a whole chicken on it, along with sausages and warmed up bread.
We are and drank and smoked with some of the best people I’ve ever met.
This morning we woke up to one of the chickens asking for food, then sat and smoked last of our tobacco in a few joints, had a tortilla feast and set off the ferry across to mainland Spain. The ferries we had looked at online weren’t the right ones but we got on the boat that was there, despite never having heard of Its destination.
On the boat we took to the deserted children’s area, played music, read. We rolled joints and sat outside on the deck when we could be bothered.
We arrived in Spain..dalia or something like that. On the east coast. We asked 3 people for directions to the bus station, walked for an hour and found it. We got there expecting it to be our shelter for the night but there was a bus there leaving for Sevilla in 5 minutes. We took it. Now it’s 2am and we’re at a service station waiting to continue this 12 hour journey.
See you in Sevilla.
Life is still good.
There’s been no water or electric at the squat for the past few days but to be honest we haven’t really noticed. We’ve found ways to make music, learnt new card games and have begun learning to play chess and working on improving Spanish.
The water we need to do things like flush the toilet and wash the dishes has been coming from the well, just round the back of the house and when we need Internet we walk 20 minutes for it. Haha.
Yesterday the local mad man invited Molly, Harry (the guy we are staying with) and I for a pint in the place he was eating lunch. Safe to say he’s the richest homeless man I’ve ever met. He fell inlove with Molly and I and gave us a ton of hash, some things from around his neck, a bracelet and his sunglasses. He asked me to forget my friends and spend the night on the beach with him. “Just sex and hash, I know that’s what you like.”
