Jean-Pierre and the Premonition

Now that’s just too funny. Since I couldn't sleep, I opened my blog and read an old January post I wrote about French people being overly-practical (feel free to read narrow-minded) as they try to figure out why I moved to Spain.

I’ll admit that my reply:

“Non, Jean-Pierre, I did not move to the poorest part of Spain for job opportunities”

was a little exaggerated for literary purposes. At the time, that is.

Believe it or not, I actually had this exact conversation on Thursday night... with an actual Jean-Pierre from the Sud-Ouest! This is most likely a coincidence. Or, could it be that my blog has magical powers and can make simple statements a reality? I'm not exactly superstitious, but it’s worth giving it a shot. 

“Yes, handsome half-Dutch half Danish boy, you may buy me a mojito”.

So anyway, back to Thursday night, when Jean-Pierre was desperately trying to understand the situation. The first question is always WHY. 

“Why did you move to Spain?” 

One of the most accurate answers is actually “Why not” but it really does puzzle my people a lot so I tend to be a little more specific, just for the pleasure to confuse them even more.

“I was bored of England”, I tell them. 

This one never fails. Then, as an attempt to make some sense of my profoundly illogical decision, a long series of question inevitably ensues.

Was it for weeeeurk? Was it for a boy? Did you have friends ‘ere already? 

Non?? Mais euh, pourquoi alors?

From a logical French point of view, I had no reason to move to Seville. In my opinion, I had tons. For the sun, for the lifestyle, so that I could read on benches all year-long. Because it wasn't for work, or for friends, or for a boy. Because I like myself here. Because I felt like it. Because it was fate.

There’s only so much words can say though, so sometimes, I just point around, and Thursday night was a good night to do so; we were guests at a lovely couple’s private caseta at the Feria, dancing and drinking manzanilla. So I hope Jean-Pierre got it. I'm here because it’s a not a bad life. 

It’s not a bad life at all.  

                                      Look around you Jean-Pierre. That's why!