Sweaty Siesta

     What a day. It was shaping up to be perfectly uneventful. I had class for 4 hours, walked home, and ate lunch with my roommate. Pretty typical Wednesday. I got a text from a friend telling me the name of a pawn shop here in Seville that she recently visited. She had said it was in Nervión, which is the neighborhood I live in. I mentioned this to my roommate, and we decided to go check out the guitars they had there. We found the place on Google maps, slipped on our shoes, and we were ready to go.
     We walked, and we walked, and we walked. It ended up taking about 45 minutes to get there, in the searing afternoon sun. We found the place at 3:30, and it was all locked up. So, we decided to wait for it to open, at 5. We went to a nearby café, and had some refreshing tinto de verano. There was a 27-year-old guy there who knew some English, and was insisting that Tommy and I were U.S. Marines, since we were from the US. We eventually corrected him, then he made us listen to Nickelback. So we went to another café.
     Finally, 5:00 showed up and we went to the store. Of course, I fell in love with a guitar, and walked out with a guitar and case. Now I have a guitar to play while I'm here! That's going to be pretty awesome, because there are a lot of parks, and I want to go play in them all. Now, I just want to learn some Spanish music!