to the Azores!

Hello from Sevilla. Last night was my first night here, and I was pleasantly surprised to make friends with some people at the hostel. And finally some people to speak in english to. We met over at the dinner table with 2 bottles of wine. They wanted to go out, and hell after being alone for so long, I did too. After drinking wine for 2 hours til 12, we went out into the night. Myself, an englishman, a scott, a guy from montreal living in france, a guy from portland, and a guy from arizona. what a team we made! I had a great time. We only went to 3 bars because most were slow or closed because it was easter sunday, but we didnt get home til 5 am. We went to look for another bar, but obviously after some walking it wasnt where we were, and so the arizonian climbed an orange tree, but the oranges were awful and we ran spitting and gagging. The englishman and the guy from arizona were my favorites. The last bar we went to was the most poppin gay bar ive ever seen. probably the most busy bar last night in Sevilla. Ralph would have been so so intimidated. The arizionian got groped by the hugest transvestite ..post op... we noticed... in zebra stripes. It was a hilarious bar. The guys i was with were getting looked up and down like chunks of meat. I was happily ignored. They were dissapointed by the ring on my finger. I just laughed. They asked about my man at home, and I just stood there smiling, dreaming of Brian, thinking of the perfect thing to say about him. But all that came to mind was... uh he´s the greatest man ive ever met. but that sounded so cheesy so i said he was a musician. Unfortunatly, I dont have any pictures... and now that i think about it, im not sure i would want any! yikes. men in tight short dresses...