I think I will always have a soft spot in my heart for Latin cultures. I think it has a lot to do with growing up in the West. For us, Mexico, or down south, is always a glorious option.
More specifically, I don´t know if it´s the courtyards, the sideburns, the smell of the pervasive Sevillan orange trees, the semi-tropical birds, or the huge fuck-off Moorish doors, but I´m more than pleased. However! beignets, churros are not. I don´t care what you do to them.
Sevilla is a nice small city. Now, I´m a few weeks away from a culminating post of life lessons. Regardless, in my admiration for this city and others from the trip so far I can´t but help and think that two years ago I had a strict idea of what I needed out of a location. I looked back on what made me happy in college, and I said, I must keep those. Not a stupid idea when you apply it to yourself, but when you insist a place must provide, you set yourself up for disappointment and vagrancy. As time goes on, restrictions peel away, and it´s not a sign of indecisiveness.
¨Restrictions peel away¨ would have had a link to a clip from Up in the Air, but here´s the bit I wanted:
You know, honestly, by the time you're 34, all the
physical requirements just go out the window.
Like you secretly pray
that he'll be taller than you.
Not an asshole would be nice. Just someone who
enjoys my company, comes from a good family.
You don't think about that
when you're younger.
I don't know...
someone who wants kids.
Likes kids. Wants kids
Healthy enough to play with his kids.
Please let him earn more money
than I do.
You might not understand that now,
but believe me, you will one day.
Otherwise that's a recipe for disaster.
And hopefully some hair on his head.
But I mean even that's not
a deal breaker these days.
A nice smile.
Yeah, a nice smile.
Nice smile just might do it.
Wow, that was depressing.
And if we´re on the subject (I sound like Samantha) I have had a few quotes floating in my head this whole trip but two keep popping up. On the phone I asked Veronica is she minded that there weren´t too many like-minded theater people working in New Orleans. Her response was immediately, ¨We don´t care.¨ Which goes along nicely with the previous discussion.
And my favorite, from Bob Schneider during a conversation about my Organic Chemistry final, ¨You have the amazing opportunity to fuck up your whole life. Chances like this don´t come around often.¨ Which always makes me smile.
And Sevilla, I walked around parks, ate tapas, saw some graffiti (eh), plenty of Jesus paintings, went to two museums, two markets (miles of navity scenes), and went dancing.
Tomorrow is some work. Ah, and I watched Chloe, dubbed. Which suited it quite well. Oh Liam.....
More specifically, I don´t know if it´s the courtyards, the sideburns, the smell of the pervasive Sevillan orange trees, the semi-tropical birds, or the huge fuck-off Moorish doors, but I´m more than pleased. However! beignets, churros are not. I don´t care what you do to them.
Sevilla is a nice small city. Now, I´m a few weeks away from a culminating post of life lessons. Regardless, in my admiration for this city and others from the trip so far I can´t but help and think that two years ago I had a strict idea of what I needed out of a location. I looked back on what made me happy in college, and I said, I must keep those. Not a stupid idea when you apply it to yourself, but when you insist a place must provide, you set yourself up for disappointment and vagrancy. As time goes on, restrictions peel away, and it´s not a sign of indecisiveness.
¨Restrictions peel away¨ would have had a link to a clip from Up in the Air, but here´s the bit I wanted:
You know, honestly, by the time you're 34, all the
physical requirements just go out the window.
Like you secretly pray
that he'll be taller than you.
Not an asshole would be nice. Just someone who
enjoys my company, comes from a good family.
You don't think about that
when you're younger.
I don't know...
someone who wants kids.
Likes kids. Wants kids
Healthy enough to play with his kids.
Please let him earn more money
than I do.
You might not understand that now,
but believe me, you will one day.
Otherwise that's a recipe for disaster.
And hopefully some hair on his head.
But I mean even that's not
a deal breaker these days.
A nice smile.
Yeah, a nice smile.
Nice smile just might do it.
Wow, that was depressing.
And if we´re on the subject (I sound like Samantha) I have had a few quotes floating in my head this whole trip but two keep popping up. On the phone I asked Veronica is she minded that there weren´t too many like-minded theater people working in New Orleans. Her response was immediately, ¨We don´t care.¨ Which goes along nicely with the previous discussion.
And my favorite, from Bob Schneider during a conversation about my Organic Chemistry final, ¨You have the amazing opportunity to fuck up your whole life. Chances like this don´t come around often.¨ Which always makes me smile.
And Sevilla, I walked around parks, ate tapas, saw some graffiti (eh), plenty of Jesus paintings, went to two museums, two markets (miles of navity scenes), and went dancing.
Tomorrow is some work. Ah, and I watched Chloe, dubbed. Which suited it quite well. Oh Liam.....
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