This is it. I'm on the bus to Granada, my last move for the year, and it has wifi! My heart is still racing from narrowly making it on board, but a little Swedish xylophone music (Detekivbryan) will take care of that.
My last night in Sevilla was just what I needed it to be. My nueva amiga Courtney and I went to the Teatro de la Maestranza and listened to seville's symphonic orchestra, a 100 person chorus from Malaga, and 4 lovely opera singers perform Verdi's Misa de Réquiem.
It was like water to my soul; cleansing, calming, refreshing. A pure pleasure. For 2 hours I could unwind and process everything that's been happening or just sit and be. Nothing begging my attention except the beauty that filled the room.
After the concert, we went and had tapas near la Plaza de los Vírgenes and had some good ol' fashion conversations: dreams, goals, pasts. Deep conversations are my love language.
Unfortunately I wore the wrong shoes to gallivant on cobblestones at night so I went home around 1 am instead of meeting up with everyone at Alfalfa. While I do wish I got to spend more time with people, I'm glad I went to bed at a decent hour, considering my narrow escape this morning.
Now I'm watching stretches of rolling hills covered with olive groves grow more frequent and spotting the occasional vestige of history in the form of churches, ruins, castles/monasteries which crop out of white washed pueblos. I even see some windmills churning (Don Quixote lives!)
Even though i'm transitioning yet again, peace guards my feet and praise rests on my lips.
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