Picture Postcard From Andalusia
Contributed by
Matt Baldwin on 29/06/11
So I quit my job, I packed a bag and booked the first available flight to a place I recognized entirely because of that Clash song. It was summer there and hot, and I occupied my days wandering the streets between the white villas in loose linen clothing purchased from the roperia and taking midday siestas. My nights were spent drinking local wine and enjoying the company of any local señorita who would have me, even though I was only an itinerant foreigner with little Spanish. Rough plans where made to travel on once I finally grew tired of the place, destinations selected by the blindly dropping of a pin onto a map.
All this I did, and more, in the hope of finally escaping the memory of you.
