
Walking home over the San Telmo bridge… Sevilla still takes my breath away.
05 Thursday Feb 2015
26 Monday Jan 2015

… I haz them. With oranges.
All this talk about Juno (when did they start naming snow storms?) and Stormaggeddon. Honestly, at the risk of sounding like one of the four Yorkshire men, when I were a lass I often used to have to walk to school in waist-deep snow. We just bundled up and donned our mukluks. Photos of the Juno afflicted areas look like regular winter days in the places I grew up. Of course, I’d hate it now, but hey, that’s why I live here.
01 Wednesday Oct 2014
15 Monday Sep 2014

I took this pic on my way home from an afternoon Sherry & Flamenco event yesterday (I know, sucks being me) and was suddenly struck by the different blue in the sky, and those white things. And while winter is still a ways away it also occurred to me that what we call winter in Sevilla many people call autumn, or in some places, summer. But there’s a definite change in the weather. Aside from the storms predicted for this week (and we can sure use the water) I still look forward to wearing my sandals for at least another month and a half. Maybe two. When I have to put on socks and shoes that’s what I call winter.
12 Thursday Jun 2014