Spring in Andalucia

If you have been to Andalucia, you know that one of the trademarks of practically anywhere you go within the "comunidad" is the orange trees that line the majority of the streets. They're beautiful and seemingly always bearing fruit, in some places so much so that it looks like the tree is gonna collapse under it's own spectacular, fruity burden. I've seen some trees with gigantic clusters of oranges that look like bunches of grapes on steroids; so many that I could swear there were more oranges than leaves!

The sad truth is that whatever variety of orange they are, they are completely sour and essentially inedible. However (and this is where spring comes in), once the sun comes out the orange blossoms begin to bloom and it makes walking down the street 1000x more enjoyable because their smell is incredible. Especially in my neighborhood where every breath you take on the street is filled with any combination of bus exhaust, construction dust, or cigarette smoke, the sudden arrival of spring has made me forget all that, and remember why I love living here.