We are back to our regular schedule, and if you thought I’m was talk about the Netflix show, you are wrong.
I’m just using the name to lure fans to a misleading post.
What I’m gonna talk about is strange things. Jeez! I’m so clever!
And by strange I mean me and by things I mean situations.
Anyhow, many of you who read this blog have been following me for a while, if you are new, brace for impact, you are in for a bumpy ride.
Thing is, as you may know I move around a lot, I’m seasonal like the flu but less dangerous than the bird flu.
Back to subject, I move around a lot and when I have to return to a place I used to call home I always feel strange, a stranger, not like a tourist but like when you find an old pair of jeans you used to love but you outgrew them and now they are just a memory of your future past (sponsored by xmen).
As I came down to Seville for the holidays that’s what I felt, I know the city inside out, but I felt like the muffin top of Seville’s skinny jeans, felt like a total stranger walking down Avenida Constitución surrounded by tourists and villagers visiting the big city.
For the first time in ages I decided to join the hordes of annoying tourists, took my phone out to snap some pics hoping not to get run over by an angry biker, the slow tram or a horse carriage and also looking down so I didn’t step on horse shit.
Now please, walk with me down Seville’s most iconic avenue.
On a future post I’ll tell about what’s important, the food in Seville and the time I found a dead body while working out.
What about you?
Have you ever felt like a city’s muffintop?
Have you watched Stranger Things?
If so, you think the 11 is a human version of ET? I do
Have a great week!