This means the azahar won’t be too far off…
harvesting oranges
20 Tuesday Jan 2015
20 Tuesday Jan 2015
15 Thursday Jan 2015

This made me sad and angry in equal amounts. What kind of fuckwit does this? Of course it’s all because years ago the local government issued licenses to several bars in this area (my barrio!), allowing them to stay open until 4 in the morning (and there’s another next to my house opens at 6 am – wtf?). Needless to say this attracts the kind of “select clientele” that commits these kinds of atrocities. Also, all of these bars are tiny, so people spill out into the street all night long, drinking, shouting, fighting, pissing, vomiting, vandalizing…
But this poor orange tree. It really does symbolise our broken barrio. So often since I moved here four years ago I’ve considered moving because of the noise and the “war zone” feeling the streets take on at night. But what about the residents who own their homes? It’s a terrible situation. A few months ago a neighbourhood association was formed, and we’ve been fighting city hall ever since. Meanwhile, I’m sure palms are being greased somewhere, and many of these bars selling cheap booze (often to minors) are probably also fronts for other illegal activities. Otherwise why don’t the police do anything?
22 Monday Dec 2014
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22 Monday Sep 2014
17 Wednesday Sep 2014
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So okay, I did say that it was fitting to celebrate my 21st anniversary of moving to Sevilla by working (tapas tour!) and I did have a great time with my group, toasting ME at every stop. But I still wanted to do something personal. So as the following day was a “day off” I met my dear friend Edu for lunch and we visited a few places in my old barrio, stopping for wine and snacks along the way. This also seemed fitting, to go back to where it all started. And one of our stops was even where Sevilla Tapas began. It was fabulous afternoon of the old and the new, as we finished off for a last drink across the street from my first home, where Bar Campanario used to be and where La Azotea is now. Perfect.