My Spanish Summer
Things I’m learning…
1) Spanish. Coffee to go is “Cafe con leche para llevar, por favor.” What’s in the croquettes is “Lo que hay en las croquetas?” No seafood is “No mariscos, por favor.” And finally, to get a guy away from you is, “Soy una loca americana que problamente mas de comunicarse con usted acerca de sus sentimentas y le empuja a resentir mi. Mejor seguir el ritma.”
2) I LOVE the coffee here. I prefer coffee treats in America, but the standard single shot of espresso here is perfection!
3) You won’t find a big salad. So stop trying.
But it’s beautiful. It’s hard to deny that there is a purpose in all things when you’re overlooking a city filled with tiled roofs and winding, cobblestone streets and history and architecture and sangria and laughter and ease.
Today the Smith clan is headed to La Isla Magica in Seville…a water/amusement park. I’m thinking about heading to La Museo Baile Flamenco and taking a flamenco class. Wouldn’t that be a riot? And I could put it on my acting resume, as Holly reminded me before leaving for the park. Hmm… My other (favored) option is heading to the Palace here and sitting in the gardens with my book for the afternoon. To be surrounded by ponds of fish and tall palm trees and strutting peacocks and labyrinths of hedges…this isn’t a bad life.
Quietly goofing off in the Alhambra Palace | Granada
Doorway to La Sagrada Familia | Barcelona
Cathedral: Day and Night | Seville
Listening to a Spanish guitarist in Plaza de Cruz | Seville