April: The tequila bottle is gone, the mysterious bra also and the entrance has had the honor of being ‘redecorated’. It is hangers and flowers for this month, such a modern art common! “A house with a lot of character” as some might say…
Hmmm…
Why can’t your ‘writer’ write?
I have to confess to you dear readers that I have never found myself in this type of situation where I am absolutely paralyzed when it comes to writing. For several months now.
As much as I try to dig into the deepest, most remote and unexplored parts of my mind; I can’t quite figure out a topic which is convincing enough, for my brain’s motor cortex to take a moment and transfer a command that forces my hands to put it on paper.
If I had to choose three adjectives to describe my brain at this moment of time and space, they would most certainly be: Empty, vacuous and deserted. All of which mean the same thing.
My mind has involuntarily escaped into a state of oblivion; or you could also say there is currently an inspirational deficiency within my being to put it in more ‘poetic words’.
What can you do about that?
Not bad, not good; that is just simply the way it is; but today I’ll try.
Apart from my lack of ‘ideas flux’ there are some more interesting things which have happened during the course of these past weeks…
For example a trip to Granada, a city located around 3 hours away (by bus) from Sevilla. Well known for its charming bohemian atmosphere and of course its popular “Alhambra”: An ancient fort -slash- palace –slash- small city (…or fort/palace/small city, as a less complicated person would write it!), where it does not matter what direction your sight may turn to look at - walls, doors, ceilings and floors – the view will definitely always perspire, almost literally ‘sweat’, a very elaborated Arab art. A pretty place that will at least take four hours of your precious time for you to ‘roam’ all around it.
It was France, Italy, Bulgaria, The UK, Germany and Guatemala who ‘took over’ Granada for that weekend; but along the way we ran into the place’s most entertaining character of all (if I was a kid I would have thought that for a moment I was placed in one of the Shrek movies or something!). The character was a very sociable and peculiar baby Donkey who was wandering all around the streets saying “hi” to everyone.
…except when it came to the dog. Because with the dog it was more like a: “HOW YOU DOIN’?”
…the dog refused without a doubt. Because, of course, donkey-dog babies wouldn’t be half as pretty as the donkey-dragon ones are so… … broken heart! Poor donkey.
Apart from that peculiar personage of Granada, the week before the last it was Sevilla which was rather ‘flooded’ with other kinds of characters (I say ‘flooded’ because you would really see them everywhere!). These ones though, were rather creepy and eerie instead and they invaded Sevilla for a whole week; the whole Semana Santa.
They had no long ears and funny faces, but they did have large cones in their heads and… well, why bother; the pictures say it all!
THEY ARE NOT THE KU KLUX KLAN, people! NO! I was said this a million times that week. These ones are called “Nazarenos”, they wear different colors and ‘come in' different ‘sizes’ (because there are kids also) and they go around the city walking everywhere throughout the whole week (with the processions).
The city was exaggeratedly overflowed with people during the entire seven days and almost everyone was dressed as if to attend a wedding.
Of course the party people did not hesitate to ‘embrace’ the nights! If you would go out to the streets at 9:00 or 10:00 in the morning you would still see people drinking their beer cups in bars. You could not tell whether they were just starting or whether they were just ending (or trying to end) the party. It is España in the end… So, NO PASA NADA! …or at least that’s what they say.
And if last week was ‘Creepy week’, then yesterday it was ‘random day/night time’; with a twist from the formal environment of Semana Santa to the hippie vibes of an “Alternative Festival” in the North of the city.
It was a funny day full of unexpected stuff going all around. Local people, mostly “hippie-stylers”, and of course everything that comes with it. Guitars, drums, dancing, vegetarian food and the ‘Ska’ beats that filled up the air at night, which then lead to getting lost while driving around Sevilla with a couple of friends; just making sure the night ‘never gets old’.
oK dear readers, I guess I cut it here for today, because it seems as if it’s starting to get a bit ‘early’ :D time to ZzZzZz I guess.
Hasta la próxima,
PEEEEES :D
Your ‘writer’
Maria
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