Over 5 years ago when we moved from New Orleans to Seville, we did not know a single person. Last night, we went to a concert in a castle, and the musical group dedicated a song to us. I’ve made a ton of mistakes in my life. Moving to Seville is one of the best decisions.

I had to make sure I was actually seeing what I thought- and, yep, it’s boiled crawfish in Seville. “Jambalaya, crawfish pie, file gumbo….”

I hear that Freedonia is on deck.

This is how far gone the US and the state of Texas are. At a GOP convention in Houston, an AA woman, with a MAGA hat, telling a Muslim woman that she needs to leave the US. The ignorance, the racism, the lack of any humanity is what has swallowed large portions of the country.

In the almost 6 years we have been in Seville, we have seen 2 New Orleans’ music events that we would have never seen had we continued to live in NO. One was last night. 50 person choir performing NO rnb classics.

How dare you accuse the first, and only, dean of a Christian lawschool that never got off the ground because the founder was a sexual predator and the dean took an outrageous salary to be unwise in the ways of the Constitution!!!! This is an outrage!!!

For some inexplicable reason, this movie really resonates these days.

Come on, now, it was even depicted in the movies!

Only because my son is getting married later this month. Otherwise, as much as I hate to type this- media.tenor.com/GprIZXX9DCcA...

At times like these, I take humbrage in thoughts and prayers and the satorial stylings of a great First Lady.

Will I be so pithy as to celebrate if the rumors are true?!?

Photo of Escobar relaxing after a long day in the field.

Finally got the photos that I mentioned yesterday, in a shareable format. 20 years old in these. Taken at a party on the last day of a summer job, 1980. Coincidentally, party was held at my mother’s families’ bar/restaurant (that ain’t there no mo).

Peter Gabriel called, and he wants his headpiece back.

Zen, 2. Ran into a friend last week who also loves Brazilian music and told her about a show that 2 other friends were having last night. She shows up and 2 songs in she’s hooked, and starts texting other friends to come. They in turn show and also keep the text train going. Had a sold out house!

Morning zen. Played tourist yesterday, and after living in Seville for 4 years, we explored the Catedral. Its a tad gaudy, but still impressive and thankfully, neither the Moors or the Catholics destroyed the work of the others.

My buddy, Max (on the leash) toward the end of his 21 year life. We then lived close to Bayou St John, and he struck a friendship with a dog we would see almost daily. Odd, because he never expressed any interest in any living thing beside my wife and me.

Morning zen. Glorious day, yesterday. Trip to Museo de Belle Artes for a photography exhibit, and got to admire the dome in one of the wings. Night cap with some fantastic samba and bossa at a Brazilian bar, capped off by a lunar landscape.

Morning zen. Now, that’s a garden! My wife has 2 green thumbs.

Freedonia!

Morning and afternoon zen. Photo of a horse carriage from this afternoon. Féria started last night (week long celebration of Sevilliano culture) and horse carriages play a prominent t role. And, last night’s jazz session at Gallo was such a great performance.

Morning zen. Last night’s manouche outing was made that much nicer with an appearance of Seville’s knot hole gang (peeking in through the window on the right of the picture).

Last night we returned to the 1st neighborhood that we lived in Seville, Triana. Went to a new place fur us, Colombre, to listen to a long time friend, Lola Santiago. As always, she was in wonderful voice.