Eight years ago, I left the country for the first time as an "adult." After four years of Spanish at QND, I was on my way to Spain during Semana Santa. We did a typical, guided tour through a few cities over 10 days. If memory serves correctly we visited: Madrid, Toledo, Cordoba, Granada, Sevilla, and Malaga. It was on this trip that my love of all things Spanish, and Sevilla in particular, was solidified.
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| Sevilla - the first time around. Can you find me? |
So what have I been doing here? Well I took the train with an Australian girl I met in Granada on Monday (July 16th). I arrived to my hostel around 3pm and just took it easy until the two of us met up with another girl we met. We went to the oldest tapas restaurant,
El Rinconcillo. It was unbelievably delicious and cheap! However, this was not to be the high of the evening...
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| El Rinconcillo - seriously, the best tapas ever. |
No the best part is not next. Keep waiting. However, running into a procession (practice?) definitely ranks up there. Remember I said I was here for Semana Santa. Well if you aren't familiar, go Google it. Or come to my class right before Easter. I nerd out and teach it for at least a week or two.
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A typical "paso." Mary is up there.
No, I didn't zoom in. I could have touched it if I wanted. |
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I teared up at this sight. The woman of this parish were following
behind the paso praying as they touched it. Such faith. |
After the procession and the tapas, we mozied (go away red squiggle, that is too a word!) on over to La Carbonería. We heard there was free flamenco there. And there was, but that's not the point. I HAD BEEN HERE BEFORE! Yes, Corey, I am shouting and need all capital letters. I cannot believe it still. Out of all the bars in Sevilla, I end up in one we went to on our high school trip. Un. Freaking. Real.
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| Hasn't changed a bit. |
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| The view. |
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| The flamenco. |
It's one of my most vivid memories from the trip. I was wearing a yellow shirt and jeans and I was the only one who didn't drink. We sat at the middle table and took pictures and a classmate who has since passed away kept shoving cigarettes into pictures of me because he knew I would freak out. Ahhh high school. Too bad I don't have those photos on my computer, but that was back when we printed pictures!
Who knew returning to a bar could give a person a lump in her throat. Has it really been eight years? Here are the stats out of 15 - 6 are married, 4 are engaged, and one has passed away.
If only I had known then what I know now!
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