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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 not finding an apartment, I decided to leave town. While I was saying goodbye at my favorite café, the owner pointed me to a guy posting a flyer advertising rooms. 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.... Bar El Firoela We found a minuscule bar. Six people inside, and it was packed....

Art criticism "Gross," the American girl said.... Musician at Bar Al Ambique A shabbily-dressed man came in off the street.... Ladrón, mentiroso, prostituto, traficante....

"¡Bombonas!" The hot water and the stovetop were run on butane canisters that had to be delivered.... I was ready to leave ... then got a place to live.... English classes Ostensibly...