Lately I've been really fed up with Seville. It is still a beautiful city, with many things to do, eternal sun doesn't stop shining, food tastes as deliciously as before but I feel like I've seen it all. It just became an annoyingly small, sunny yet opaque picture that I wanna frame and carry with me to my final destination.
I've been kind of thinking about settling down, you know, to find that one place, where I want to stay and just built my life. I don't want to feel this scattered and irked anymore. Although it could be lovely, sometimes, not to belong anywhere.
I was thinking, planning, and deciding on what to do and where to go. And it came all down to two choices, London and Barcelona. London offers a lot, numerous possibilities, it's swift and efficient and my dear friends are there. So I thought let's become a qualified Spanish teacher. It's well paid, it has a future... I spent some quality time rewriting my CV, Cover Letter, then I sent it to agencies that my friend Amelia recommended. Guess what was their reply? Unfortunately we can't help you right now as you are not based in London. However if you come back in August, make sure to contact us. I mean really? What happened to Skype interviews, fucking face timing and me willing to fly to London for face to face interviews? What more do they want?
Then again that recurring thought of coming back... To live in an expensive and sunless city, working all my life to pay for travel expenses and funny tasting food and for what? Living in a shared flat/ house for the rest of my life?
OK, I do love London and of course it's such beauty but I got to the point in my life where beauty is not enough anymore.
I guess it's Barcelona then... I'm sure I can find a job there but I need to save up first. But how? Not quite sure after I got fired from my previous preposterous yet well paid job.
How did I end up with way less paid job and being way busier?
What a fucked up blunder was this? Honestly the best song for my current situation is: Creep by Radiohead. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here...
Luckily the Easter holiday came. I had so much fun, rest, food and beach.
First half of the week I stayed in Seville and went to the gym every morning. Pilates became my obsession insomuch that I get up at seven or eight in the morning to attend the class and stare at my hot instructor. My feeble body is slowly changing and I feel stronger.
The news from my house is that our cleaning lady is moving to Chile because she can't exist without her partner who recently went there to work. It'd be a beautiful love story, if her partner didn't work in a desert and slept in a car because he's so grossed out by his slovenly accommodation. I think only in this case I would rather stay in Seville. Like, I wish her good luck and possibly she will have an adventure of her life unless someone kidnappes, rapes or kills her. Ok I am being ignorant here because I don't really know that much about Chile and its situation so I just shut up. I would still visit but the capital not desert. So now we don't have the cleaner and I can't see who's gonna clean here...
During holidays I went out with my colleagues and it was so nice. I went for a lovely dinner with Sara and her Spanish friend Mar who is a lawyer. We went to a great Italian restaurant called La Mafia. The wine, pasta and service was excellent. Mar is from Madrid and she doesn't like it here much neither but her boyfriend lives here... Yeah well love means fuck loads sacrifices. Then we went for cocktails and OK it was the best gin and tonic I had, but seven fucking euros?! Yeah, now I wish I listened to my mom and studied law. Mar is so sweet and she can get really excited. She can't stop talking, telling stories and offering her rich and posh friends to single ladies.
The best time I had was with Jessie. She's half American, half Spanish. Definitely more American though which I love. She's funny, smart and really easy to talk to. We met at 4pm and stayed together until 1am. She introduced me a new wine called The Perfect Boyfriend and it is so delicious. I absolutely adore wine! It was so nice to be able to talk to someone without checking out the phone and just really enjoying the conversation. Jessie's moving to Boston in August though. I wish I could come with her, even with the Donald Trump threat. Ok maybe not.
The rest of the holidays I spent in San Fernando in Candela's house. It's where her grandpa, auntie and mom live. Oh and of course their dog Chiquillo or Don Juan DeMarco, depending on a day. Her grandpa says the dog can actually talk. Teh house is gorgeous, full of antique furniture, delicious food, love and insane amount of laughter. Her grandpa is such funny and interesting guy. Candela said that he has a big imagination and that when she was little he would tell her incredible stories and of course she would believe him. For instance once he said that a nun who lived at a house nearby was stealing children. Since then little Candela always avoided that place. Moreover, when his youngest daughter did her masters in Oxford, he would write essays for her in English... The thing is nobody really knows where he learnt it. He uses Mac book, iPad, plays bridge on daily bases... Did I mention he is 80?
Our friend Natalia joined us in Candela's house and mostly we spent days on the beach. Every morning we woke up really early, took a bus to Cadiz and explored the local beaches.
We always had a lunch in the town, returned to the beach and stayed until late afternoon, then came back home, ate dinner, watched Friends and went to sleep. Honestly so relaxing! I couldn't ask for more. Candela's mom cooked Tortilla and Empanada and I tried lots of them before from many different places but hers were just insanely delicious.
Candela showed me one of the most gorgeous beaches, where the old Spa house is. It's called La Caleta. The beach runs in between two castles and there are numerous boats resting near the shore. We walked around, sunbathed, took pictures, found a sea monster and watched the acrobats performing on a rope.