Tag: the long walk west🌏

Due to the fact that the first post was only for the Swiss facebook-hate folks (yes, we are not all and always that neutral, you know!), I tell you about my real day, because the before mentioned blog was merely an apologize (and teasing a little, because Facebook is no evil, nor is the Internet, it is the user…blabla sort of adult talk).

Well, you cannot really explain the whole thing. Is it the day, the weather (Sevilla feels shitty with 25 degrees, there has to be at least 33 degrees that people don’t even go out of the house), the approaching full moon (hope this is not the reason, or I’ll go apeshit on the 23rd of September, all Sevillians running around

You can’t play on broken strings means as much as: go out in the morning (after a delicious breakfast… yeah, I keep telling that, but it is delicious. No, not the…, well yeah, too, but, you know, …ah, forget it!) having a Tom Waits-scruffish …

Today, after another splendid breakfast with my dear Judith (dude, think what you want, right! 🙂 I spent the afternoon together with Luciano at a SQUAT-lunch provided for families and friends. 2 Euros a meal…

Episodic memory in stream of thought: late morning wake after a night of charging batteries – beautiful breakfast with Judith – shaved my head again (without shaving foam, I wouldn’t recommend this method) – off to a birthday party of Eva, Judith’s dear friend – coffee – el Corte Ingles (suxxxxxx) – on Luciano’s roof garden

Who am I to guess what happens when you pass a door in one of the many “calliers de Sevilla”. You “hola” a girl and she “hola” ‘s back. What is on your mind right then, after a short look into a very beautiful Spanish face, sitting on the threshold in front of a great wooden door, long colorful skirt over her knees, which are bent to the body…

…has been strummed! After a nice and rather Joghurt-filled breakfast I went to the city to let my inner string sound for the people. I got strummed yesterday evening while I was listening and weeping over the Andalusian heartbreak Flamenco tunes…

I am now in Sevilla, Spain again! I got the choice this morning whether I wanted to go to Sevilla with Mar, spending a couple of days in her flat and checking out one of the most authentic Spanish cities or hanging around in Sagres for some …