Torn between two cities

When I visited Sevilla for the first time, now around 2 1/2 years ago, I was with my parents for a mini break, while I was going through my divorce. They had planned a trip to Spain for ages with a friend of my dad and I decided last minute that I wanted to tag along. So we had travelled by car with said friend from Holland all the way through boring France and I was super excited to be in Spain for the first time in my life. We had visited several places along the way and the plan was to spend 5 nights in Sevilla. Wow, what a city. I remembered getting out of the car and smelling oranges! Sadly, over time I have gotten used to the scent, so I don't notice it anymore.

I loved being there more than anything, and after the 5 day visit I told my parents that I will come back to this city, no matter what. That I didn't know how, when or with who, but I would.
Little did I know that I would meet Miguel, love of my life, 7 months later. Little did I know that he lived close to Sevilla and that I would come to visit him, landing in Sevilla, never to return again.

Still I experience that magic that Sevilla has, when I visit. I get all tingly inside when I see the bridge, later followed by the wide open streets with the palmtrees on the side. Part of me doesn't want to live IN the city, maybe afraid of losing that magic. I love the place where I live now, a little coast-town named Rota and I only have to walk my street to see the beach. I love it too, because I brought my dog to Spain, and I feel that in Sevilla we cannot live comfortable with two big dogs. That means going to a house in the suburbs, which kinda looses the idea of living in the city itself.

The deal is quite good though, we visit Sevilla and friends more during spring, autumn and winter, and our friends visit us in spring, summer and autumn. In Sevilla, it's ridiculously hot in the summer, with temperatures reaching 50ºC, and the town where I live, it's windy, cold and boring in winter.

When spring arrives, Rota comes to life. Kids on bikes and scooters, usually in shorts or bikini's, depending on gender ofcourse. People are outside, usually eating in bars, the chiringuito's open, which could be compared to Tiki-bars, where food and cocktails are served. Parties happen everywhere, beaches become crowded by tourist, I start to hear English, German and Dutch and I laugh because the people have no idea how stereotype they are for their countries.
It makes my feel like I have a secret. That I know something noboday knows, because I get to live here all year round, whereas most come to visit for 2 weeks holiday.