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aaronthewillakilla
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Birthday: 10/6/1982
Gender: Male
Interests: i'm interested in lots of things. i promise.
Expertise: i know a lot about a lot of different things. like seinfeld.
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
7/23/2003
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| reflections... only those.
i've got two weeks left here in sevilla. well, less than that now. 13 days to be exact. and i'm growing weary of what is to come. the stress of traveling is definitely compensated nicely by the excitement and newness of the places i will see, but at this point only the stress can be felt. the preparation, anticipation. sevilla has been a nice place, but i can't help but realize that this trip to spain was miles away from the month i spent in toledo two years ago.
this experience couldn't possibly equal that one because of the structural differences inherent in the trips. i've been here for 5 months. i've traveled some, but it's been spread out over the time. the month in toledo seems like it was about the same time span because of all the traveling and partying we did. it was all crammed in to one month, though. the sevilla experience has been much more trouble mentally for me. i have missed my home much more, been as far from God as i can remember in recent months, and really for all intents and purposes forgotten some of the driving philosophies of my life. so for my own benefit i'm extatic to return to lincoln.
now i will become a nomad. i will be roaming europe for nearly two months aimlessly without any base to call home, without any of my friends from sevilla, and with very little connection to my friends from home. i always tell myself that i'm someone that has a strong inner drive/spirit and that i have no problem striking out on my own... but looking toward the next couple months i'm as uncertain as i've ever been about myself. i'm sure i won't have problems, i'm just not sure i am the person i have convinced myself that i am. that sentence confused me. nonetheless, these challenges are the reasons i travel, the reasons life has meaning, and the kind of self-discovery i would never EVER reach in the states.
enough with all the muckity-muck. i'm blowin' my dough and goin' deluxe. | | |
| here's what's been going on with me over the last couple weeks. the ecuadorians, andrés and cristian, left last weekend and my roommate fabrício leaves this weekend. sad. but i'm making some new friends and will maintain some kind of social life even though my most accessible companion - fabrício - won't be here.
two weekends ago i went to (or tried) morocco with the blacks (brandon, brittany, and brooke). we didn't actually make it cause the ferries were cancelled... but tarifa (where the ferries leave from) was SUPER cool. i just posted a couple entries of pictures and stories from it on the blog. it was probably the best time i've had in spain thus far. so, check it out if you are interested in cool old places and creepy castles at night.
tomorrow is the big sevilla v. zenit UEFA Cup match, which is coincidentally fabrício's last night. so we're going out with a bang. i'm excited. it's going to be craaaayzee.
that's all for now. BLOG | | |
| hey doods!
life in spain has been really good to me lately. i walked around in a t-shirt all day today cause it was so nice. we had a field trip for my hisotry of andalucía class today to the archeological museum here. that was fun. afterwards i hung out with some cool girls from TCU and a guy from Omaha that goes to KU. i missed lincoln for the first time today! me and the omaha guy were talking about the old market v. haymarket. and i started to think about the haymarket and how much i love that little niche of stores and shops and restaurants. and i missed lincoln for the first time. that's ok though i'm in spain.
i go through phases of listening to Bob Dylan. some weeks i won't listen to him at all and then some days i will listen to him all day. today and yesterday were the all day kind. i wouldn't blame anyone for not liking him. i definitely didn't at first. but once i got past the voice i heard a world of songs that have changed me in a lot of ways for the better. dylan's earnestness cannot be denied, nor can his sincerity or heart. there are very few nowadays like him.
as i look back on the way i reacted to johnny cash's death recently, and to george harrison a couple years ago, i cannot imagine the devastation that dylan's inevitable death will cause me. flags should fly half-mast and the masses should be ushered in to every large venue and be forced to reckon with the person of bob dylan. forced to hear his music, read his lyrics, and be changed. mourning is a very bittersweet thing - and only a part of the bitterness is that we won't see them again. i think the large part of the bitterness is the ineffable bond that two people can form - and that it is non-transferrable. i want everyone to understand how great dylan is/was but that is not possible. the personal can never become the corporate. it just doesn't work. and that is a bitter thing to realize.
i've rambled long enough.
check my BLOG for what i've been up to lately. | | |
| if you haven't been there lately, i would take this moment to go to my BLOG and see the great art exhibition i went to on saturday. i promise you will be impressed!
art work! | | |
| hey everyone! i went to Córdoba this weekend and had a great time. i posted a lot of pictures on my site from there, and there are many from previous entries. much love. | | |
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