Stringing the moments together...

(Just FYI, I usually write this the day before then post it during my breaks in class the following day).


Life is a not made up of a series of moments. It’s a string of actions and events woven into a tapestry of existence. Some threads last forever, foreshadowing the future to come. Some change colors. Ambiguous in their course. However, all the threads in the end, interrelate and blend with the grander fabric of reality.
In other words, I’m a strong believer that events in our lives foreshadow other events, occurrences and events in the world are all interrelated. What you see in the world, becomes your world. The mechanics of this are beyond me. A friend of a friend is attempting to work out the Theory that unites all theories… but that is without a doubt beyond me. So as the mechanics are beyond me, my observation of this idea remains.
The events of the past two days mesh perfectly with this idea. Monday night, I was invited to the bar Cabo Loco. Though this bar, happens to be one of the few things I CAN find in this labyrinthine city, I got terribly lost. I found myself in an area with jazz clubs, art cafes, and record shops. Perhaps, a sevillano blend of U-street (Deep Ellum). The people had a peculiar look to them that I could not exactly put my finger on until I spotted two bars - El hombre y el oso and italica… It seemed I had stumbled into the Oaklawn (Dupont circle) of Sevilla… I wrote a mental note to myself, and continued to be lost for another 10 minutes.
Eventually I found Cabo Loco. We had a few drinks, and some Europeans came in. It was a mixed crowd of French people, Italians, and Sevillanos. I was, at the time, quite bored with my American amigos so, I decided to befriend these Europeans. Our mutual languages were broken English and broken Spanish. We tended to stick with Spanish because that seemed to be what they preferred. Apparently, most of them were exchange students from Europe who have been attending the Universidad de Sevilla for nearly the last year. The rest were expatriates and sevillanos that they had befriended.
I ended up leaving the Americans, and bar hopping with my new European friends. Needless to say the night didn’t end till the next morning… for various reasons… So much happened and it was great fun but I care not to recount. It would take too long, and I’m getting weary of writing in English. Ask me about it sometime over a drink and you’ll hear an interesting story indeed.

Lets just say, the threads of the last few days came together.

Tuesday, was a waste of a day. I wasn’t hung over… but I had only slept an hour for at least 24 hours if not more…. The siesta on Monday had not been very successful and I didn’t sleep that night at all. And so Tuesday, I was incredibly clumsy, got lost everytime I left the house, went to bed early, and was extremely anti-social and emo. I decided weariness gives me culture shock, because everything perturbed me, depressed me, and made me homesick.

Today is Wednesday, and much better than yesterday. I suppose its because I’m well rested but… there is not a problem in the world. I’ll likely go out tonight with my American friends, who mostly bore me, at Calle Besis – the clubbing, bar, youthful, area of the town.

Forgive my bad grammar and spelling. The more I write and speak Spanish, the less English makes sense to me. Español es más natural que Inglés. Perhaps this is a good sign?! No sé. I don’t know. I suppose my American friends here are good company but I miss everyone tons! Hope things are alright in D.C. and Dallas or wherever you may be! Talk to you soon.
-Adam