I only have about 10 minutes left and I would like to post something more significant than "I am in Sevilla," so I´m just going to try copying an email I just sent to a friend:
I read your email in Rabat, Morocco but I couldn´t reply until I got to Spain. The internet connection sucked ass in Morocco. I had one hour during which I was able to read maybe three emails and reply to two of them. Unfortunately yours was the email I couldn´t reply to. No wait, I did reply to yours, it was Robert´s I didn´t reply to. You´re lucky.
Morocco was exotic, beautiful, filthy, and at times utterly horrible. I slept finally after 48 hours of irritating wakefullness. I don´t know if I would go back, it was suck a constant hassle. We stuck out as tourists, and they assume tourists from other countries just have money shooting from their asses. When is the last time that happened to you? Not very often. Just about everyone is tries to get money out of you, anything and everything you do has a price. Things in stores don´t have price tags on them, you have to ask and if you´re a tourist the price quoted to you is 10 times what they charge locals. It got really annoying, and could be really expensive if you weren´t careful.
At last we´re in a civilized land (please note the irony, I´m not being a xenophobic American). There is such a difference between Spain and Morocco. You can see a lot of Moorish influences that travelled north through Morocco and into Spain in the architecture and art, it´s really interesting. People leave us alone here for the most part. There are tourists crawling all over the place. My Spanish is better than I thought, I can get around. People smile a little at my broken Spanish, but they understand and I can get what I want by myself unlike in Morocco where people speak almost nothing but Arabic and French. Milo´s French is aparently pretty good. It got tiring though to have to rely on him constantly to communicate with anyone. Not that anyone really spoke to me anyway, I´m just a woman, a second class citizen. Never have I experienced such profound sexism, I knew to expect it, but still it caught me off guard. When I was with Milo and we were talking with someone, a hotel manager, a shop keeper, it was almost as if I wasn´t there. Though while on the street I was constantly and openly stared at. Children, adults, old people, it didn´t matter. It was as if my head had burst into flames and people didn´t want to tell me but they were fascinated by it.
I´m glad to be in Spain. Did I say that yet?
I know there´s a lot more I want to say, but it can´t all come out at once. I´m glad I´m here. I´ve glad I did this. It´s a big thing, perhaps even bigger than I had anticipated.