My bedroom window faces the Calle Pagés del Coro at the corner of Antillanos Campo, and on that corner there is a bar called Casa Anselmo. Every night I fall to sleep to the sounds of laughter and clapping in that bar, but last night was one of the more special ones. I was reading a book for a class and I heard singing outside – I looked out and there was a huge group of people, mostly women, waiting outside for the bar to open (I think it opens around midnight, and there are often people waiting for it). They were all singing jollily, and singing well, and clapping in rhythm – they didn't even stop when the bar opened, and they were clearly just so happy that I had to smile. I felt serenaded by Sevilla. Its a testimony to how people live here – these were not college kids or teenagers, and they did not appear to be drunk. They were middle aged adults out to have a good time till the wee hours of the morning, as per usual – keep in mind, this bar is hopping every night of the week until 4 or 5 am, and the crowd is always middle-aged. Its how they roll here.
I guess it wasn't very sevillana of me to be doing homework on a Saturday night, hm?
Francis comes on THURSDAY. I cannot express how much I want to fast forward the next three days, and then go for the next week on slow motion. That combined with the fact that its starting to actually feel like my family is coming, and I'm pretty happy!
Side note: I am currently the most tan I have ever been this early in March.
