Hace Calor. Mucho Calor. Is Hot.

Seville is hot.

No, I don't think you understand.
IT IS HOT.

I don't think I've ever been anywhere so aggressively hot. Even though I'm (shockingly) almost used to it by now (2 week-aversary tomorrow yay) I still have a feeling that this place is trying to kill me. I drink water constantly yet I feel like a dried out sponge. The positive aspect however is that it's a dry heat. When I keel over from dehydration/ slowly being roasted alive, at least I won't be frizzy.


Just as I start to feel ok walking around I see one of these signs telling me just how hot it is and it reminds me that I am practically from the Arctic and that I should be (and usually am) very uncomfortable and kind of gross looking. Some cafés and restaurants even have air conditioning systems that envelop you in mist while you sit outside. Fans won't do, cover me in artificial fog!


Of course, summer is on its way out so it won't be this hot for long. In October the average temperature slides down to the mid 20s (!). I'm sure by that stage I'll be so Spanish that I'll want to wear all the knee high boots and parkas in the shop windows that look so ridiculous to me right now because I am literally wearing as little clothing as is culturally acceptable... No complaints so far, heya.

Now that can't be right.