sitting in an internet cafe in Seville, Spain

Well, no surprise... it is my free day in Seville, and I feel an intense need to be on the internet. So here I have been, at the internet cafe, for an hour and 20 minutes. The past few months of basically hanging out on the net while on my sabbatical have totally trained (poisoned?) me to need and want this. I read and send emails to my family - who I miss tremendously. I even get a pleasure out of the familiarity of checking work email. And now here I am at my blog... there aren´t really any stories I can tell without needing time to write and rewrite.

There are orange trees everywhere... the streets are filled with them. Ripe oranges hanging from them, reminding me that juicy, fruity, living is just within my grasp.

I have not yet processed what it means to be here... privilege?

Our trip has mostly been about the many, multiple layers of quest, conquest, and reconquest - that and religious war! There are no women in this history (Only Isabelle... and I haven´t heard much about her yet?) ... only men and the cities which have a feminine feeling - the gemstones, the prizes, the vessels of churches, mosques and synagogues which are raped over and over again!

it´s kind of hard to come to peace with... but there is always food... and we´ve been eating 5 meals a day.
8 am - breakfast - a croissant with jam, coffee with milk
11 am - elevenses - a small snack - a slice of potatoe omelette, another coffee
2 pm - the large meal of the day - olives begin!!! fish, garlic, potatoes
7pm - tapas - beer, more olives, more garlic, more potatoe omelette
9:30 pm - a light dinner - beer, more olives, more garlic, artichoke hearts, spinach and chick peas

I´m eating lots of olives. they make me very happy.

I miss home.