"Fall In Love."

The first day of classes I got the most inspirational advice I think I will get all semester long. My profesora says, "Fall in Love." I think that everyone who knows me will say that I LOVE plenty of people. In fact it is somewhat of a comfort of mine to love people and depend on them and be extremely open with them. It is a security blanket of sorts. So now, here in Spain I will not fall in love with a person. This is not to say that I won't love my host family or friends that I make here. However, it is my goal to not become infatuated with them.  Instead I will "fall in love" with something about the culture of Seville. Lord knows there is plenty of it to become obsessed with.
The real question is what will it be? What will give me butterflies in my stomach and make me want more? It could be the stylish Spanish women with their faces all made up and their high heels. Or the long runs through the park where after entering every time I find a new place to sit to watch and listen to the world go by. I cannot understand what they are saying but observing them I imagine what they could be talking about. I could fall in love with the food which would seem like the obvious choice to me. The tapas, paella, cafe con leche, or churros con chocolate. There is a potential for me to fall in love with the discotecas where dancing is actually dancing and not dry humping each other with clothes on. Maybe the siestas and the 7:00pm glass of wine will get me infatuated with the relaxed life style. Will it be the palomas blancas (white doves) all over the city? Or the small classes with teachers who have moved here because of their own infatuation with the city. Maybe I will love the long walks to class when I can delve deeply into my own thoughts about life, who I am, and what I want to become. Will it be Flamenco?  or Bull Fighting?
I may fall in love with something that irritates the heck out of me after only a week and a bit. The dog poop on the sidewalk, the loud noises of the city (cars honking, sirens, the bells of the bicycles, the chirping of the cross walks etc etc),or the cat calls of the men on the street who act as if they have never seen a blond haired blue eyed woman (or girl, depending on what you would call me) before.
They say that in Spain people live only for themselves. They are independent and do only what they want to do. Maybe I will fall in love with this concept. Perhaps I will put selflessness on the side burner, maybe stop apologizing for things I haven't done. Go by there example and live for myself. Maybe falling in love with this concept will lead to becoming infatuated with myself. This may sound odd. But think about it if I fall in love with myself perhaps I wont have this incessant need to fall in love with other people. Perhaps life will become much simpler and more straight forward if I think of myself as worth living for.
Only time will tell However, in the end I believe it will be a mixture of all of the above. I will fall in love with the culture, the things I do and do not like now will become things that infatuate me. In the end I will infatuate myself and live a life that is full for myself and for no one else. I will be selfish instead of selfless, determined instead of apologetic, and content instead of constantly worried.