Quién pudiera estar en Sevilla en la primavera! Oh wait, I am! Me encantan las noches de la primavera. Tan tranquilas. Especialmente las primeras…cuando puedas ir afuera después de una cena tarde española y ser cómoda. The stillness of the night inspired me to put on some quiet jazz to paint my nails for the beaches if Portugal next weekend (Bordeaux—discovery thanks to Vicki, purchase thanks to Aunt Sue: goodbye mani-pedi) and relax in my room.
No tengo ganas de volver a los Estados Unidos, I LOVE living here in Spain, but I cannot wait to be able to control my own diet again. My stomach never adjusted to the Spanish food or way of eating it and have been in an incredible amount of pain lately. A lot at one time, quickly and hours and hours apart. I can’t wait to have the freedom to guiltlessly eat what I want, when I want and how I want. Sigh. Otra visita al médico el lunes.