Lost on Earth

Today is our last full day in Sevilla. The Spouse and I marvelled that, despite our long stay here, we still can´t find our way around. Our linear, square-city-block brains are incapable of comprehending the winding streets of this city. After one particulary long period of being hopelessly lost we agreed that we should never set out with a destination in mind, because whenever we try to find something we get lost, and whenever we wander aimlessly we end up just where we wanted to be (whether we knew we wanted to be there or not). The Spouse confessed that he thinks the streets are enchanted and have a mind of their own. Now every time we lose our way he mutters "faery roads are not like Christian roads..." in some sort of reference to Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, I think.

The last two days have been full of dancing. On Wednesday at sometime past midnight we stumbled into a dim, smoky bar to find it packed with locals taking their ease after a day´s work, claping and stomping to a flamenco band. A few drunk tourists with no rhythm clapped and stomped with them. Last night we found ourselves in a dimly lit courtyard watching a fiery flamenco show. On our walk home we encountered a tiny plaza that spun with couples slowly dancing tango in the moonlight.

Tomorrow we will go to Malaga to visit the Spouse´s cousin Brenda. She writes the English version of Andalusia.com. This is her blog: http://blog.andalucia.com/ We will spend several days getting lost on the coast and then who knows? We still have weeks ahead of us.