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Anyone who knows me knows that I am in constant battle with my HAIR. It’s a scary frizzy mess that I tame into submission every morning by tying it back with plenty of product, but the dangly bits still fall prey to humidity. And so, after running a few errands and working up a bit of a sweat today, I thought I still had plenty of time to get home, change my top and FIX THE HAIR before meeting a friend for lunch. Then it turned out that I didn’t. Well, the top was passable, but not the HAIR. And then it hit me that my hairdresser’s was on the way to the meeting point, so I whipped in and said “Joaquín, can you please lend me a straightener (plancha)?” and he got one out right away and plugged it in. I’m not sure if he thought I was nuts, but it was quite a neat “quick fix” and I was able to get on with my day. It also left me with a renewed feeling of how at home I am here in Sevilla. Good ol’ Joaquín.
Here’s me about half an hour out of the hairdresser’s.
BIG surprise when I got a text message from Jessica asking if I’d be free for lunch today! Turns out she’s been in town doing research and, with that out of the way, she was free to play for an afternoon. We met early because I had to go to the hospital to get my chemo port flushed out and Jessica offered to come with me – nice! So we taxied there and back and then got caught in a massive downpour, ducking inside a cosy doorway just in time. I have to say it’s not everyone you can actually enjoy being trapped by the rain with. Finally we made it to our lunch destination – a new place called La Brunilda. Very nice kinda gourmet tapas but without the gourmet prices. In fact, I’ll be taking my tapas tour group there this evening for our last stop to see how well it works as another “less traditional” option (Jessica’s suggestion).
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