Stranger Things: Seville

Hello kids,

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.

And birdflu was born!

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.

This means no pedestrians allowed

Now please, walk with me down Seville’s most iconic avenue.

Watch your step

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!