If you wait too long to do something, stopping yourself for various reasons, then sometimes if just comes out unexpectedly.
Last night I seem to have suddenly gotten myself to take singing lessons, in Puerto Real. It's near Cadiz, so that means a train ride. Probably a good idea to get out of Sevilla. There are many singers in Sevilla and several that I'd already thought of asking to teach. But it didn't happen until last night. I was sitting at the bar, because I went alone and wasn't having dinner. For some reason, in the intermission, I grabbed Rocio's arm and told her I really liked her singing and does she give lessons. I knew that asking this question is serious - it is not just a casual what if. At first she said no, and then her guitarist came over and said she can help me. So we talked a bit and then she introduced me to her daughter, Paloma, who is eight, and seems really curious about me.
The concert was near the port and in a long building with lots of rounded doors, for different venues. This peña was very typical, traditional. Tiles and coloured chairs and mantons hanging behind the stage. The roof was round, so it was a little like being in a cave.
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