Sixweeks

Things are moving in pretsel shaped complexity now. My time is nearing six weeks and it has recently come to my attention that someone of my distant past might be in the very city I’m residing in. This is not a someone that I know but, a someone of a past that never got to know. It’s a situation that never came into being - an ill-fated forcibly forgotten high school crush.

Those of you who know of my object of adolescent infatuation, should know by now who it is. Furthermore, I’m going to clarify my desire for this person is currently nil. Desire was sapped out between my final year of high school and my initial few months of college. But, in any case, it adds a layer of coloring to Sevilla that I had not expected, and now I’m going to be on look out. Just the other day, before I had learned of this news, I almost thought I saw this someone but, I figured my mind was playing tricks on me. I have been advised to contact via facebook this person, but I keep drifting back and forth on the idea… We will wait and see.

Tonight is the party at the Palacio. The entire ancient courtyard will be done up, everyone will be neatly dressed, and I plan to have the best time I’ve had in weeks. The plan is to freely drink the fruits of the open bar, then make our way to Alemeda de Hercules to drink in the streets and gaze at the stars.

I have high hopes for tonight. It’s a promising hour. Its nearing the high tide of summer where all manner of possibilities lies before you. My intercambio is going to be attendance. We’re meeting a group of Spainyard acquaintances for drinks. I plan to make the very most of the night. Wish me luck.