I have probably never before experienced such a low key and relaxed Christmas. For enjoyment it rates really high; the ability to do what I wanted when I wanted, the lack of drama, the fact of being here in this beautiful city of Seville with the man I love. Of course, I missed being with my son, but I spoke to him on christmas morning and he seemed to be pretty fine – with his girlfriend and her family. Generally though I seem to have escaped, since my mum misbehaved at my brothers and this morning she put the phone down on me because I questioned the effort she put into putting other people first. The ex has been in touch by text, but mainly he also is keeping his distance; at last, thankfully.
Christmas morning sex. How wonderful it was to wake and for Master to take what is his and then to give back so much in return. When did I last have sex on Christmas morning? Did I ever before? Who cares, since this was a brilliant way to awake and to ease ourselves into the day. The previous evening as Seville settled into the silence of family time, the street outside our apartment had become silent and we had enjoyed a calm and pleasant evening – dinner, wine, a film and more wine. There were no last minute presents to wrap and no worries about what was to come.
On Boxing day afternoon we ventured out into Seville proper to see the Fine Arts museum. The building which houses the museum is an old monastery and is a beautiful place. The art was fine, the place a quiet oasis in a city gripped as many are the day after Christmas with shopping fever.
We escaped the crowds again by going into a posh hotel for cocktails – Gin and Tonic and enjoying a flamenco show. Then as we wended our way home we stopped in a local bar for tapas and wine. The perfect end to a relaxing and very happy Christmas.