Sevilla is an impossible place. Tonight I could not believe that it exists. I can't imagine a city more beautiful. But not just because of its looks; it still has character and culture. I went down by the river after doing work stuff, and before dinner. All the 18 year old boys were practicing their trumpets and other instruments for their Semana Santa bands. The feeling hearing that music gives me, so far away from the event, is almost too intense. It's culture shock. Everything else has become normal to me most of the time, but to see hordes of cool looking guys between 17 and 23 or so spending their evenings playing religious music, practicing 10 months of the year round is just too foreign.