Dear Seville,
If it weren’t for the heat, I would still be with you. I really believe that. I’m sorry -- I just can’t stay anywhere I have to retreat indoors to escape the day. Oh, but when I smell oranges, I am transported back to you. I have never been anywhere that smelled as good as you do on a summer afternoon. The time we spent wandering the cobblestone streets, sitting in streetside tabernas, with tapas and fino…complete bliss! So beautiful. Breezes off the river, parrots overhead, the flowers and music. It weaves a spell that is hard to break. The Moorish influences add a layer of complexity to your food, your art, architecture. It’s stamped into your soul. You are so passionate, but serious in your passion. You can hear the capital letters when you talk about Dance and Music. It’s charming.
I think of you fondly, and I will see you again.
With love
Raine
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