Welcome my second guest blogger, my good friend (and travel buddy to Oktoberfest) Carla. After sharing this flamenco story with me via email, I felt like it needed to be shared with the rest of the world as well. So without further adu, here’s to Carla…
I’m currently sitting in my hotel room in Seville, setting of the famed opera Carmen. This, one of the most famous operas of all time, centers on a feisty young woman whose name also begins with “C-A-R”. There are slight differences between Carmen and me, as she works in a cigar factory, is known for her loose morals, and quite notably, stabbed her coworker in the face (actually, let that be a lesson…).
Anyway, aside from Carmen (and its famous barber, to cite another opera), the city is renowned for its flamenco. So, I made sure to take in a flamenco show last evening, as it was my final night in the city.
But as I watched the dancers, my mind wandered back to New York City and back to a certain man, Stuart.