Perhaps one’s character grows into an exaggerated form as a person ages. If this is true, than the characters in Sevilla are full-size from birth. I find this particularly true among the women of Sevilla who have a distinct way of expressing themselves.
Each day is a pleasure when it is colored with the communication style of these women. Before I step out the door in the morning I get two scarves, two jackets, and six kisses. The world in which these women live is not just “pretty”. Rather, in the words of the sisters I live with, things in the world are be: “How gracious, how beautiful, how suave, how perfect, how skinny, how suave, how waaarm, or how very very cold, very very sick, and how very sorrowful!” all in one. With all these profound emotions and expressions exclaimed, life is colorful to say the least.
Consequently, the affection of these women boils just as openly as the anger. There is an art to the fights of these women. The fight is rich in emotions. “Eschuchame!” (listen to me!), says one nun quarreling about the best way to get to the market. These women’s quarrels are laden with facial expressions and hand motions; as well as the names Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and Dios. It seems this type of fighting functions as a cleansing agent for the women’s soul. It is loud, blunt and quick. Both sides completely express what needs to be said. When the fight is complete, all is restored to natural order and both sides walk away satisfied.
The fights are loud. The love is louder. And the food is dang good.
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