Two months they passed since I landed in Madrid. Two months in Europe for the first time in my life. Two months in a distant country -that ‘s why you have to cross a whole ocean- and close to the time -that ‘s why that culture is very similar to the our-. “The Plan” was to be in Morocco in January but, as we say in Argentina, “hung”. I hung up and I was in Barcelona much more than I thought, I hung up and I was “one more day” several times in several places. I got so used to being here on the one hand I do not want to go, but otherwise Morocco awaits me. And then, Spain waiting for me again.
Spain I really like. So, that happens to me that always happens to me when I get to a place you know or at least I suppose I’ll go back: I will not “everywhere” and I justify mentally with “such a city / town leave it for the next ” . Will it be good to think so? Or is it best to see everything in one trip, following the philosophy of carpe diem traveler? I think I’ll go back, but what if I am out a proposal to go to Micronesia and stay there? Should we be faithful to “not leave for tomorrow what you can travel today”? Well, the thing is that I’m leaving for Spain and did not see half. Although, if I think so, I traveled a lot but half did not see anything. The world is overwhelming and you have to choose. But in this case, as I say, back. In addition I have an excuse: I want to know much more of Andalusia, a region of which I have been talking a while
We arrived to the house of my friend Noelia in Jerez last Thursday, just walking down the street, and felt a different air. For starters, I love how they talk here . Mushasha, slice of bread, andalú, musho . The first thing Victor, my friend’s boyfriend told me that I “talk weak” . No, it is that here speak loudly. I go down the street and I find to . I’m on the train and I gingerly listening contagious laughter of four women who spend all the fun way. I go on the bus and river listening to my phone conversation with a girl who tells the mother “than assholes”. I’m going to dinner at a bar and I entertain with footballing heated discussions ( That was not criminal! Yes, dammit! ). It would be a walk through Andalusia listening to music sin. I lost the best.
On Friday we went to spend the day Cadiz, 45 minutes by train from Jerez. What place. One day is too little. I do not know if anyone happened, but at times I felt in some street of the Historic Center of Cartagena of Indias (Colombia). I’m not saying that are the same because, for starters, it is winter in Cadiz and Cartagena always hot. Besides the historic center of Cartagena is restored and Cadiz, however, flaunts its paint peeling and peeling walls (which, personally, I love). But for a while I felt a very “Caribbean” environment outdoors, a street busy with vendors on every street corner screaming the kilo to euro! , With women carrying goods on their heads, with people coming and going rapidly markets . And that smell of the sea to sit anywhere, the salt in the air that betrays that close, there is an ocean.
We walked all morning by the old town of Cadiz, we got lost among the narrow streets and that of the 1 – early noon for Spanish supply- schedule entered a supermarket, we bought fresh bread and cold cuts and we made sandwiches . On a bench in the Plaza of the Flores (lunch backpacker low cost) around us, everything was moving: women passing with their shopping carts, people coming in and out of the office, dogs running, flying doves, flowers that were sold. When we finished eating, we rested a while and we went out to walk again, wanting to see all those people and all that life we had experienced in the morning. But oh surprise . The streets were empty Between 2 and 5 pm all we saw were confined areas , a few women walking the dog, the odd man carrying bags, some who another foreigner walking around a group of hippies and travelers doing acrobatics and music in front of the vast cathedral. Here’s nap schedule is sacred and me I still find it amazing how strictly respected. I feel great that a whole country to agree to go to sleep and then get up and continue business as usual. A speaker with alarm noise needed to wake everyone.
On Saturday we went to Sevilla . It was not in our plans, but apparently had a farewell party two German girls friends Andi who are Erasmus -¡todo Erasmus the world is here! (something like university exchange in another country in Europe) – in Seville, so we went to the party and ended up staying three days. We arrived at night and I was already spellbound from the bus window: what architecture please! What are the Arab cute shapes, curved details, windows, colors. How nice to walk among all those balconies and hear that for some window, escape flamenco songs. How beautiful orange trees that adorn in a row, the whole city. I take this opportunity to ask: How is the subject of orange trees here? They are everywhere, but did not see anyone taking oranges from the trees. Is there some evil take me to eat later?
I really like the friendliness of the people towards the unknown, I like to respond to the request for instructions and even add more color information and data; I like to see them gathered in breweries, parks, outdoor; I like that Seville is a city of bicycles and I like especially artistic interventions that have dustbins, walls, signs and traffic signals . You could tell visiting Spain Square, the Triana district, the Cathedral, the Santa Cruz district and its narrow streets, the center … but I think the best advice I can give is when traveling Get lost , walk without a map -save it in the pocket just in case, but follow your instinct, let yourselves be carried away by the city or town they visit. And if you need directions, ask. Nowhere in the world I was denied an indication; many times I said anything, but it’s another good excuse to talk to more people or to lose a little longer there.
Jerez, Cadiz and Seville were small and my first dose of Andalusia, an area that want to continue traveling. But now, just to keep stretching. My mom tells me via express mail a polar cold wave is coming to Spain so we fled to Africa now. When you read this, we will have crossed the strait and codes will be learning a new country: Morocco . Visit http://how2dream.com/ for more tips.