Some Photos of the Place I Used to Call Home

Walking the Streets/alleys of Seville on day one!

Cafe con leche- a latte in Spain. Had one almost everyday, and I greatly miss the cafe in which I was a regular.

The city of Seville from the top of the Giralda tower.

The Ceta in Seville

Laundry hanging on the line, as usual.

Never could get over the fact that the better the bar/restaurant/cafe the more napkins there were on the ground.

I miss always looking at a map.

A typical lunch that Carmen would pack me when going on excursions, trips, or even for long visits to the park. A bocadillo (sandwhich) and a pear.

Plaza de Espana. My favorite place. Visited it as much as possible.

It was so cheap to rent one of these boats for half an hour, only 5 Euros, and row around the mote at the Plaza de Espana.

Another beautiful picture at the Plaza de Espana.

Today I've just been very much missing that place I used to call home, Seville. I think my longing for Seville was particularly hightened today because I got up this morning and reluctantly suited up to head to the gym, but as I slipped on my t-shirt I smelled something so familiar. Something I hadn't smelled since I left Spain. You see while my host mother Carmen did have a washer to clean all of our clothes the drying was up to the Spanish sun and wind. So it's a scent I can't quite describe, but it always went hand and hand with my newly washed clothes. So when I smelled this unique aroma paired with my t-shirt I remembered that this shirt had accompanied me to Spain and hadn't been worn since my return. I was so happy to have made this discovery, and so happy to be smelling it again. It caused me to look back again on all my photos and I will post them here above as a bit of a reminiscence. More to come tomorrow.