I couldn't really see the flamenco concert. Too many people were in front of me, including the four girls I had come to the bar with. They also all had mojitos because one of the girls went to get them and asked everyone but me...
When I'm miserable I can wax poetic about how gut wrenchingly awful I'm feeling. But when I'm happy I seem to just say, "today was awesome" and post a bunch of photos with no explanation. So maybe I should strive to stay miserable so I will...
It's come time for a new rule to be put into place: no hooking up with anyone who didn't see at least some of the 1980s. I think that's fair. Don't you? Some of my friends seem to think I need to have this "I'm on...
A tapas crawl in Sevilla, Spain...
My third day in Sevilla I woke up still coughing and with a nose still so stuffed up it was hard to breathe. But I couldn't go three whole days in Spain without leaving my hostel. So on my third and fourth days I forced...
I hardly left my hostel my first two days in Sevilla, Spain. I'd been starting to feel sick in Paris and my last night there was restless. I hardly slept and ended up waking up far too early in the morning to pack my bags...