(At Hotel Fernando III)
The ways things work out man, I swear. It's like a goddamn--fuck, I don't know the word. No well, I do. I've probably got it somewhere, but I just can't think in this Spanish heat. I remember it was 41 degrees Celsius when we stopped in Cordoba for dinner and a look around. That was yesterday. I don't know what that is in Fahrenheit, but let me tell you, it's fucking hot. Even by the pool now, it's fucking hot. I'm sweating in this umbrella shade. There's no wind, the air is still. I can't imagine if everything had gone according to plan though, and not meeting Elysia out here. Can you imagine? Alone in Sevilla? In this heat in some shitty AirBnb private room with some stranger next door and in the living room and the kitchen every day? No thank you.
I was so worried about money. Now look at me. At a 4-star hotel in the old town, laid out in the umbrella shade by the roof-top pool, old tile roofs and bell-towers all around me, and some beautiful British slag at my side. Sure, there's nothing in the way of sex between us, despite all efforts, but still, she's fucking good company, it's incredible. I haven't felt down a day since we'd met up in Barcelona, and then too, the drive to Sevilla.
And to think: I'd wanted to kill myself in Andalusia a few weeks back. It's the randomness in life that leads the way for me, not the safety of routine. It's what keeps me alive, and always stunning beauties in proximity. Like this other London girl in the pool with her pretty friend. They're not too posh, not like Elysia, I wonder what side of town they're from.
And of course the Spanish girls. God, if someone told me being alone kept you young, I wouldn't be surprised in the least. Adventurers always aged well. Writers too. Or they died young.
[stop]
Strange, I've barely moved today, absolutely no plans and it seems the words are just sweating out of me, about whatever. Maybe nothing obviously, but it's a good feeling, like all my worries have melted away, and I'm young again, head in a cloudless sky.
(I'm writing to fill pages again--)
