Seville is a charmer. A memory you can’t quite put your finger on. A mixed-ethnicity, kind eyed, exchange student. Memories that are sweet from beginning to end. A home for your moments.
The only cons is how short and abrupt they are and you keep thinking what-if.
Barcelona was the boy I knew nothing of and then steered clear of earlier in life. Then I craved to meet him. I found out whatever I could about him, but hesitations abound.
They never look the same in person, like they do online. He exceeded expectations. That city is the perfect date, from street to terraces, it knows how to wine and dine and party, architecturally astounding, so textured in design, playfully crafted, politically cryptic (to my taste), rebel-rebel, so multi-layered and so inviting.
Sure, Paris feels like a great date too. But Barcelona felt like a promise beyond amazing dates.
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