72 hours in Seville
#28
Hello!
Hope you’re well rested, well fed.
72 hours in Seville
I think I’ll stop romanticizing european vacations for a while, it makes me sound pretentious either way
We were grouped with about 20 others, all educators who liked to subtly level each other up about their schools, students, curriculums, etc.
I told them I work in marketing and they couldn’t have been less interested, they all loved being teachers
“What I really want is for all 20 of us to be best friends!” they said
My mom and I ran off from the group every chance we had, talk about pretention
We’d escape to shop, eat, coffee and a smoke, shop, coffee and eat again
But the olive oil farm was my favorite part, it has become my new dream to live on a farm and have a personal chef cook meals with olive oil that my family works to harvest
We went to a flamenco show and my mom and I argued about the performer’s techniques and stardom, pretentious critics!
This one lady got food poisoning our first day there and didn’t come out from her hotel bathroom until it was time to fly home
She emerged with a chapter book of her travel horror stories and in turn rubbed that bad luck onto us, leaving us stuck in Lisbon for an extra 24 hours and a 300 ft requirement that she stay away from us
She flew to San Francisco and we to Atlanta where it all felt like a dream the minute we landed onto the domestic tarmac
Old home videos on a camcorder my mom found. It’s a very strange feeling to watch yourself as a child- like watching a movie of someone else’s life. I couldn’t sleep that night because I kept thinking about existential life and growth and all that silly stuff
I was so funny + cute though TÁR at the most bizarre theater in the Plaza Theater. Very long and a slow burn but would recommend.
“What Tár Knows About The Artist As Abuser” by Tavi Gevinson for The New Yorker. She relates the film to experiences of her own with abusers in the entertainment industry and also helps digest some of the questions I had after watching the film that I couldn’t seem to crack until sitting with them much later.
Triangle of Sadness, truly one of the most insane movies I’ve seen this year and thoroughly enjoyed, but would not recommend watching if you have a sensitive stomach.
Winter pinks- will be wearing this color all season and buying many pink accessories, home goods and whatever else shall fall into category: PINK
This song that started playing while I was cooking
And this one while I was working
The visible change of season outside my window
This random tweet in a Tw*tter thread about how some people don’t experience an internal monologue and have to verbally express whatever they’re thinking. Couldn’t be me, I <3 the voice inside my head
My rigged Spotify Wrapped that always says Drake is my #1 top artist. I’m only a little embarrassed……………………………………………………
Byebye
Hailey