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Seville, Spain


I flew to Seville from Amsterdam on Christmas Eve 2000. I didn't choose Seville for any real reason that I know of. I chose the date because I got a cheap flight.

I stayed for a few weeks in a "hostal," an ancient house down a narrow walkway just within the ancient city center. After having looked around for an apartment, and having not found one, I decided to leave town. I passed by my favorite café to say goodbye. While I was there, a guy came in to ask if he could post a flyer advertising rooms, and I got a place to live, where I stayed until June.


See how you move in a kitchen
"You should effort yourself to learn some Spanish."...


Es muy temprano
It's very early, even when it's not....


Ladrón,
mentiroso, prostituto, traficante....


Art criticism
"Gross," the American girl said....


Musician at Bar Al Ambique
A shabbily-dressed man came in off the street, carrying a guitar....


"¡Bombonas!"
The hot water and the stovetop were run on butane canisters that had to be delivered....


Bar El Firoela
We found a minuscule bar. Six people inside, and the place was packed....