Two weeks, one day, twenty-one hours, and forty-three minutes from now I’ll be on a plane heading to Sevilla, Spain, where I’ll be living for seven weeks.
One of my friends studied music and flamenco guitar in Spain, and I met him right after he’d moved back home to Oklahoma. He really, really wanted to return, though, and was gone less than a year later.
I missed him something awful and went to visit him for ten days in Sevilla this past November. We drove around southern Spain a bit, too, and had a pretty fantastic time. So fantastic that I didn’t want to leave, but I had a big horse show finals at work and couldn’t stay any longer.
I quietly obsessed for about seven months before I snapped and realized I had to get to Spain. My friend actually moved back to Oklahoma about a month after I visited him, so my roommate, Jonathan, is going as my partner-in-crime.
We have an apartment in Sevilla, but we plan to kick around a bit in western Europe.
Did I mention I don’t know Spanish? I’m insane. This is insane.
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