For the past couple weeks it has been warm and very pleasant here in Sevilla. Today will be our first day in the 80s in fact and I know that it´s gonna be WARM. The constant rain from February is just an awful, but distant memory for us Americans and the Sevillanos....all that´s predicted now and until the end of the semester are warmer tempertures and lots of sun! ¡Por fin!
Spring is in full swing here in Sevilla as the mornings are getting warmer, the sun is rising earlier and the aromas of orange blossoms are filling the air of almost every street. OH, what a heavenly smell that is...
Flowers are blooming and more restaurants are setting up outdoor seating...but what´s even more is that the city is coming alive in new ways both socially and romantically. More couples are taking strolls along the riverbank or spending hours in the afternoons and weekends sitting by it with the one they love. It´s quite cute and sometimes adorable to see the couples by the river or in the streets interact but it, albeit not meant to be on purpose mind you, just reminds me of how much I want that.
And it´s especially hard to be in Spain seeing all these super hot guys (which is almost every guy I see-haha) in April when I know I´m not going to be here much longer. I´ve seen some pretty good-looking guys here, but for some reason these past couple weeks, the drop-dead gorgeous guys have been coming out of the woodwork lately! Granted it was Semana Santa last week and all of these hip and savvy Spaniards visited Sevilla (and thousands of other tourists too) so that changed the make-up of the city for about a week, but it kinds seems like some are sticking around...and I´m perfectly okay with that, but I´m having a little trouble focusing on not getting a Spanish boyfriend. Let me explain how love crazy or Spaniard crazy I´ve been lately. haha
Semana Santa: Last Tuesday I went out at night to see a couple more passos not far from my house near Puerta Jerez. As I walked across the Puente del San Telmo to get there, I passed by some nazarenos (people who wore the KKK attire) dressd in white and black. I saw some pretty good-looking men dressed as those but for some reason I decided to see which ones were wearing shoes and which ones weren´t. I caught some peeks at Spanish men´s feet....and let´s just say I liked what I saw. I started laughing to myself after I realized another thing that I like about Spanish men. I said to myself, ¨Oh, my gosh, even their feet are hot!!! Ahhhh...I´ve got it bad!¨
I blushed after I said that but I agree. I have full-fledged Spanish fever now and it´s raging apparently. haha
What´s even more is I´m just like attracted to every guy I see. Even the ugly ones too cause they still dress nice and wear the MOST amazing colognes (like Armani Mani, Nathan!!). Plus, I´ve seen older, middle-aged men who I think look hot too....and I just berate myself for staring at them when I do. But I can´t help it cause Spain just has too many fine-looking men to offer! And for someone who loves tall, dark and handsome men (but is still an absolute sucker for blue eyes!), this country is lethal for me to be in. Just like the incredible desserts I see in the windows of las confiterias but can´t have cause they´re horrible for my skin!
My friend Krystol made a perfect statement about Spanish men a couple weeks ago and I´ll leave you with that for now. She said, while trying to figure out why all the guys everywhere look so good, ¨You´re hot, but you´re picking up trash!¨
And that concludes my digresion of Spanish men and how I am in love with every single one I see. haha :)
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