Seville: 23 June, 2007

I'm pretty sure if you wanted to compare Seville to any town in the USA, that town would have to be Phoenix, Arizona. I can't remember having ever sweat as much as I did in Seville, in any other place in the world except Phoenix and surrounding areas. I looked at a thermometer that was on a light up board, and it was something like 33 degrees Celcius. I have no idea exactly how hot that is in Farenheit, but I can tell you that its a lot hotter than San Antonio. I'd made the ungodly choice of wearing a black t-shirt to go walking about town, and 30 seconds after stepping off that bus I was regretting it immensely. Never again will I wear a black t-shirt in Seville; providing I ever actually go there again. I really doubt I will ever go back. That town was much too hot for my liking. I may be from Texas, but I hate hot weather. It makes you sweaty, sticky, and smelly. I don't really have a problem so much with being smelly, but sweaty and sticky, now that an entirely different matter. I love cold weather. For me, winter is the greatest time of year.

Seville, it was like someone had just burped in your face. It smelled bad, and it was really hot. It felt like my friend Travis had just burped in my face. I know what you're thinking, "How does this kid know what it feels like to be burped on in the face?", you obviously don't know anything about the very weird people I hang out with. We get our laughs from making each other as uncomfortable as possible... and cracking jokes about the dumbest things.

Sorry for ranting, I'll get back on topic now. When we arrived in Seville, the whole town had that Arizona ghost town feel. There was no one walking around the streets, it was dusty and hot, and it was entirely too quiet. All you needed was some tumbleweeds blowing across the street and the sound track to "The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly" and you'd like you were in the scene of an old Western movie - providing you pretended there were no cars parked on the side of the road.