Saturday, July 2, 2011

Seville, Spain

After Venice I flew to Seville to spend 2 short days in Spain. At this point I had been traveling for 4 weeks having never stopped to take a day off. To take a day off seemed a waste of time and I hadn't saved up all my money and lived like a monk for 10 months just to sit in a hostel all day. However, upon arriving in Seville and being greeted by 110 degree temperature I couldn't help but feel a little lethargic. My first day in Seville I met a very nice German girl named Liesel who was also traveling on her own and we hit it off. After a few hours in the city, Liesel and I walked down the street from our hostel to a tapas restaurant and I got some much needed food. Later that evening Liesel and I went to the rooftop terrace of our hostel, drank a couple of beers and relaxed.

The following day my mind awoke ready to go on a walking tour of Seville. However, my body had another thing in mind: relaxation. So, for the first time on my trip I took a day off from travel. After going to the nearby supermarket and stocking up on lunch of bread, cheese, salchichon, tomatoes, apples, and beer I returned to the hostel's rooftop terrace along with my copy of Madame Bovary and proceeded to spend the day eating, reading, and tanning in the hostel's jacuzzi (best hostel ever). While half of me said to myself, "Wow you're a jerk for spending the day in this gorgeous city in the hostel", the other half said, "Shut your face". Self-intimidation, works every time! That evening Liesel and I did, however, go to a really cool restaurant situated on the Guadalquivir River where we played cards and drank cheap beers while looking upon the Cathedral. It wasn't a wasted day after all!

The next day my flight left for Brussels in the early evening so I decided to do a little sightseeing before going to the airport. And by sightseeing I mean of course that I walked aimlessly around the streets and ducked into every air conditioned clothing store possible to beat the oppressive heat.

I'm sorry, Seville, it's not you it's me.

The Cathedral at dusk

Restaurant where Liesel and I got drinks




View of the Cathedral after the sun set

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