14 Tuesday Dec 2021
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I feel truly blessed to know so many wonderful people here in Sevilla and Emilio at Casa Moreno is one of them. The walls of this tiny bar, tucked away behind an equally tiny abacería, are festooned with handwritten notes that he has written over the years. One day I am going to go in during a quiet time and read them all, along with a sherry or two of course.
13 Monday Dec 2021
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Eva and the two Javis (Abascal & Vargas)
Although I have been invited to a few of Eva’s @FlamencaKitchen gastronomic events that she hosts as El Sur de las Estrellas (since such activities became allowed once again), I remained cautious and had to turn them down because they were before I was fully vaxxed. Happily Eva remembered me for the final event of the year which, as usual, took place at Platea Odeón, an old theatre space upstairs in the magnificent antigua Córdoba train station building.
This time my friend Javi Abascal and his new partner at Plato Jondo, chef Javi Vargas, were in the spotlight and we enjoyed an interview led by Eva, followed by some questions and comments from the audience. Then we were treated to canapés prepared by the two Javis, with live music and lots of El Sur cerveza. I didn’t stay too long once the food started coming out as this also meant people were gathering in the bar area and, although it is a well-ventilated space, I was aware that my booster still needed some time to kick in properly. But it was a lovely time seeing so many friends again.
10 Friday Dec 2021
Took a walk around town to see the lights after my boostering yesterday and ended up also doing an impromptu tapeo with Peter (4 tapas bars!). This bushy green tree was bar far the prettiest thing I saw. The main avenue once again looks like the Vegas strip and omg the BIG TREE in Plaza San Francisco… well, you can check it out below. I only filmed about half of the “show”, which lasts about 5 minutes. And as if that wasn’t crass enough (honestly EVERY even remotely Christmas image is crammed into those five minutes) between shows various companies advertise across its cold metal surface.
08 Wednesday Dec 2021
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So this happened today. I found out that someone who ghosted me during the summer of 2020 (after telling me to get professional help when I admitted to them I was going through a hard time) has been telling people in our circle of friends and acquaintances that we “no longer have a friendship”. I don’t know if they have been saying WHY (which might actually interest me since I was never told) or whatever else is a part of their own personal gossipy drama around this, but fuck this sucks.
I mean, I was way over the fact that this person had decided not to be friends any more. Because who needs friends like that? BUT I MEAN, to have this affect my professional life to the point where an event organiser felt they had to “warn” me that this person would also be in attendance… you know, just to avoid an “uncomfortable situation”. I was totally taken aback. I know the organiser meant well, that their heart was in the right place, and that’s fine. But the fact that they even knew, or thought they knew, that there might be some ISSUE between me and someone I’ve had no contact with for almost a year and a half… well, that takes some constant stoking of the ol’ gossip machine. But why?
I’ll be honest that this hurt me. Felt like hot stabby knives in my heart and I’ve spent the afternoon in tears. It’s a feeling of betrayal somehow. Not because this person no longer wanted to be friends, because I realised later on they were never actually a friend. I was just useful to them for awhile. But what is it with the social backstabbing and gossipy shit? Why would someone feel a need to do that? Why am I such a threat to them?
Anyone who actually knows me also knows that I am a rather complicated and (so I am told) sometimes challenging person. Apparently this is also a part of what makes me “interesting”. But those same people, those very few who actually know me, also know what a vulnerable quivering insecure mess I am most days. Sure, I’ve learned how to pretend I have thick skin, have learned how to appear strong when it’s the last thing I am feeling… but most of the time it’s like I have no skin at all. So how do I go about acquiring some thicker skin? I don’t want to get all hard or anything. Just so that everything doesn’t hurt so much.
06 Monday Dec 2021
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A so-called “erotic waffle shop” in Sevilla is being investigated for the so-called crime of “offending religious sentiment” after making a nativity scene out of, well, their waffles. I mean, when I first saw this establishment a couple of months ago it was an eye-rolling moment but you know, what the hell. Not exactly classy, but it’s also not hurting anyone.
But what I HAVE found offensive is that the so-called news articles about this scandalous nativity scene keep referring to the Virgin Mary being made from a waffle vagina. At least the waffle shop refers to them as chochofres (cunt waffles) and chocho can mean either the vulva or vagina. Or both. But I mean ffs already, doesn’t anyone actually know the difference between a vulva and a vagina? Apparently not.
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