Feeling a bit tired in Seville.

Hola!

I am currently writing my blog entry off my phone as I am still having problems with my computer. The problems with my computer battery is annoying, but can wait to be fixed in Australia. However, I have some sort of error message coming up that is stopping me from opening any files or the internet. Hopefully I can get that sorted soon, as my Masters course online starts tomorrow.

I am on my way from Seville to Valencia on the train.

I think at the moment, I am pretty exhausted and not feeling the travel vibes. I feel guilty saying that, as I'm sure if I was at home, I would be wishing that I was traveling!

I spent the last 2 days in Seville. I paid for a pub crawl on the first night but felt too tired and went to bed early, then spent the night vomiting, trying to make my way in the dark from the bunk bed, through the overheated room to the bathroom without waking my 11 other room mates. It's in times like this, that I wish I was in the comfort of my own home, with someone to feel sorry for me!

View from the hostel in Seville.

I know I am overtired now because everything is starting to annoy me. For instance, the loud music in the hostel, and the eccentric older French traveller in my dorm who keeps bragging about everything that he knows and everything he has done in his life, when I really have tried to show that I want time to myself. He told me how he can sleep anywhere.  Well good for him, because he snores and then noone else can sleep!

He also went on to tell me about his 'art' collection; a collection of coins worth a fortune. He even brought a coin with him on hos travels to show everyone.  Who brings a coin with them travelling if it is worth $1000 Euro?

I feel dirty, old and daggy, and am a little tired now of trying to find my way everywhere, and people getting inpatient when your Spanish is not fluent. I'd really like a good nights rest, a haircut, my computer to work, some time to myself, a new pair of clothes, an opportunity not to pack, unpack or carry a havasack, a bath and a familiar place.

I think that I have also worked out that I don't enjoy being a tourist as much as other people. By that, I mean, that I would prefer to be working,  volunteering or studying in a place. I feel that it makes you feel more connected to a country.

How is that for a gigantic whinge!

Perhaps when I arrive in Grenada I will upgrade and stay in my own room for 2 nights.

I spoke to my sister Anna on the phone this morning (until it got cut out in the train station) and will hopefully speak with Anna again and my cousin Dana tonight. This, combined with some rest, I feel might help recharge my emotional and physical batteries.

Anyway, enough complaining about my 1st world problems!

Aside from the vomiting, which thankfully only lasted the night, I found Seville to be a very cool city, even though it is not by the beach (my favourite place to be). 

I wanted to go on a cycling tour but I was the only person enquiring as it was not peak season.

I met some lovely American girls (22-24 years of age) and again very mature but with a lot more energy than me.

Luckily, I wasnt vomiting until later in the night, and so I still got to see my 1st Flamenco show. Seville is where Flamenco originates from. I had no idea what to expect from the show, and it was incredible.  It was like nothing I had seen before. Amazing energy with guitar, singing and dancing.  The whole trio were so talented,  but I think it is hard to take your eyes off the beautiful dancer.

I wasnt sure if I could take photos and I didnt want to be distracting, so I have pulled one off the web instead, sorry photographer!

We even got to have a Flamenco workshop afterwards, it is unlike any other Spanush dance I have done before. Flamenco involves making music through 'palming' and 'clapping' with your hands and stamping your feet. I loved it, as you can feel the rhythm of the dance penetrate in to your soul.

The American girls returned from the pub crawl at 6am and then joined me for siteseeing at 1130am the next day. We headed to the look out point at the Plaza Major look out point, which was beautiful.

The 4 Euro ticket, also entitled us to a free drink, yippee. :)

It turns out that Carnaval runs over two weekends, so we got to watch the parade, which was incredible!

We also headed to a lovely cafe in the sun and ate some more paella. I can't believe that in winter in Spain, I can wander around in a singlet top, amazing.

To finish the day, we enjoyed some gelato, yum yum. A true sign that tummy is better from the night before.

I will hopefully be meeting these girls again in Grenada or Madrid which will be great.

On the way to the train station in Seville, I stumbled across a marathon in action too.

Anyway, the train will be stopping soon, and I'll need to figure out where I am going!

So at 1800 I think I have left my computer on the train. Oh well!

Hasta pronto,

Xo

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