The King of Seville and The Barber of Seville

The King of Seville and The Barber of Seville

In answer to my friend’s assertion that it is nice to be in civilization because the garbage gets picked up – I offer the following two photos of Sevilla’s beautiful waterfront….looks like the King of Morocco needs to come here to. They always clean up when the king arrives.

Despite the festivities planned here for Semana Santa, the idea of sticking around while groups of inquisition style monks move through the streets dressed like the ku klux klan doesn’t appeal to me for some reason. I made an attempt to find a couch on couchsurfing, but was told that the city is packed because this is Europe’s biggest religious party.

Frankly, I don’t really need to be here for a celebration of the crucifixion of Christ, so I’m moving on to Portugal today…hopefully it will be cheaper there…and warmer…per normal, I arrived on a nice sunny day and today is overcast and cold…do I have so much power that I change the weather everywhere I go? And why can’t I change it to sunny and nice?

And of course, while I ‘m here, I’m constantly singing The Barber of Seville,

The opera is featured in the Our Gang comedy, “Our Gang Follies of 1938”, in that Alfalfa is tired of just being a crooner and decides instead to actually sing opera, auditioning for “The Barber of Seville”. In fact, after his intro in the follies, he comes out on stage with an accordion shout-singing “I’m the Barber of Se-VILLE!!”

It is pretty here at night though…and seems to be a pretty nice city, which aside from a lack of garbage pickup has a lot to offer…especially if you are into drinking…which, these days I am not.

ABC stores have made it to Spain! Not just Hawaii anymore!

While it may mean that I end up in hell, I freely admit that I just went to Burger King and ate a whopper with onion rings plus a caramel sundae and it was completely delicious and satisfying. The king for this king.

(Originally posted 04 April 2009)