A la vista~

I smell a trip coming up. I can feel it in my bones, like a predicted rainfall from a nice old arthritic person. I have got an itch…. to get out of the capital and into a smaller city where people smile just for the hell of it and the air is mixed with vino tinto and gypsy music. Yes, that would be the south. I’m not even sure exactly where I’m going other than probably lovely Sevilla, but it doesn’t really matter. I do, however, have visions of my feet in the sand and a long coastline.

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