my best friend
12 Tuesday Feb 2008
Posted in friends, home, life stuff, love
Category Archives: friends
tapas update – las golondrinas
11 Monday Feb 2008
Posted in food & drink, friends, sevilla, spain, tapas
As I mentioned on the crackberry post, I was heading out for tapas on Friday with a new friend I’d met at the AWC lunch. First Traci and I met for a drink and were later joined by T’s husband and Nog. Las Golondrinas (which means The Swallows in English) is one of my favourite tapa bars. And the new second location we went to on Friday night had the very same excellent food. But what was missing for me was the charm and cosiness of the original place. Still, a lovely time was had by all and you can check out the photos here…
[updating a few hours later…]
I thought I’d also add photos taken at ay Maricrú yesterday afternoon when Nog and I went out for lunch before going to see No Country For Old Men. (photos 15-17) . I don’t know why but I get a lot more blurry pics with the new camera, even though it has an ‘anti-shake’ option. I wonder if it’s because it’s so small and not as solid as the old one to hold onto. I almost never got blurry photos with the old one. 😦
crackberry
08 Friday Feb 2008
Posted in friends, geekiness, life stuff, retail therapy
Remember when I went to the AWC lunch?
Well, since then I’ve been staying in touch with Susan and Traci – two of the women who were sitting at my table. I’m going to be meeting Traci and her husband for tapas tonight at the new second location of Las Golondrinas (which I didn’t know existed until Traci told me), so stay tuned for some new photos soon.
And last Friday Susan and I met up early evening-ish for a few vinitos at Catalina. We had a great time and talked and laughed a lot … then what I thought was a mobile phone rang, but it ended up being Susan’s Blackberry. I’d never seen one in person before so of course Susan started showing me all the cool tricks she could do with it and, man, I’ve been hooked ever since and will start doing some research to see if I can justify getting one. Apparently these are also known as crackberries because of their addictive qualities.
But at least Susan is about to help out with another addiction. She is leaving for a ten-day trip to the States today and has agreed to be my popcorn mule and bring me back lots of Orville’s. 
There was talk of duct-taping packets to her 4-year-old daughter to elude customs and we’ve also got code names now. It’s been awhile since I’ve had RL girlfriends – I’d forgotten how fun it could be. Especially little things like sending each other silly emails and having a laugh over a glass or two of wine. I’m so glad I went to that lunch!
little black dress
26 Saturday Jan 2008
Posted in birthdays, friends, life stuff
That’s what it’s called – little black dress fragranced body bar.
Bonus post today as I’ve just received a belated birthday prezzie from the lovely nursemyra. Trust her to come up with sexy soap! It really does smell divine and it also does behove one to stretch out birthday celebrations as long as possible.
Muchísimas gracias, honey! 
ladies who lunch
25 Friday Jan 2008
Posted in food & drink, friends, sevilla, spain, tapas
Further to yesterday’s post on the AWC, and also ian’s comment about me now falling into the ladies who lunch category…
I guess I’m feeling a sudden need to ‘broaden my horizons’ this year – in many different ways. And developing new contacts and friendships in Sevilla has now become one of them. Funny how you wake up one morning and realise that your life has kind of been shrinking without you having even noticed.
When I first moved to Sevilla and was living in an eensy studio apartment I used to spend a lot of time going out and meeting people. Because my place was so small I often used the terrace at Bar Campanario, which was right across the street, as my ‘extended livingroom’. I’d take a book or some writing paper with me, have a glass or two of wine, and invariably meet someone new while chatting with the owners of the bar (who quickly became good friends). About a year later I moved to a larger apartment down the street, which was followed by several impecunious years, making going out for drinks and tapas with friends no longer an option. And so my social circle started getting smaller and smaller…
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