
Back in Espana. I really have liked being in Spain. Gracias Senior Hedger for teaching me enough spanish to get stay alive. It is weird how much I really do remember, not that I am fluent or even really that functional but I can get around and read a few signs, ask for a bill and understand directions. It's nice after all this time of really not communicating with people.
Seville is very different from Madrid. First it is small. It seems as though we can walk everywhere we want to go, which is awesome. Also, it is super sunny. Funny thing to say as there was rain but in comparison to some other places it has been great! Warmer for sure!
For our first day we took a tip from the hostel staff and stopped at Casa de Pilatos. This mansion is known for every room being decorated in a different century. The decorations were elaborate to be in a house that people still live in, or had until 50 odd years ago. I guess one member of the family still resides in a private area of the estate.
My favorite part of the casa was the courtyard. Walls and walls of tile. I love tile. I wonder if I can get one of those shirts? Anywho I took a disgusting amount of pictures while stopping to glance around the gardens as well. All and all the day was a success.

my new love



At night we headed to a well touted bar as it was full of other hostelers. This bars claim to fame is kitch. It is some serious kind of decorated with all sorts of religous wares. Their famous drink is a concoction of champange, whiskey and grenadine and its cleverly named the blood of christ. After one disgustingly expensive cocktail and a few hours of conversation with above mentioned travelers we took off. Sight seeing is tiring here. I mean seriously. I am exhausted everynight I do more than board a bus. So ta for now.

Me and my "blood of christ" drink

some of kitsch