Well, this blog post actually started out in the best traditions of
Hemingway, in the trusty Moleskine notebook. A schoolboy error on my
part saw me neglecting to pack a European plug adapter! If this post
ends up with no pics it's because I have eventually posted from my
iPod touch.
So back to the good old pen and paper, not that I expect it to make me
any more eloquent. There is also another tenuous link to Ernest
Hemingway in that I went for a guided tour of the Seville bullring
today, probably one of Hemingway's favourite past times, after
drinking of course.
The day started with me seeing Vincent onto the 8:15am airport bus and
I have to admit that I immediately missed the little bugger. We had a
great time aimlessly wandering around, dropping into cervercarias for
beer, when they would serve us. What is the English male's obsession
with taking their tops off?!? And I must admit that a quiet bedroom
took some getting used to. It's amazing how you can miss someone's ear
splitting snoring :-)
Once Vincent was safely on his way, I jumped on the Tour Sevilla open
topped tour bus and spent a very pleasant hour basking in the sun on
the top deck as we circled Seville. This really is one beautiful city.
The afternoon was back on foot as I explored the Barra Santa Cruz, a
labyrinthine maze of cobbled streets. Really amazing and a fantastic
place to lose yourself for a few hours. The backdrop to all this is
the imposing Seville cathedral, in the shadow of which I paused for a
late lunch of tapas and vino blanco, or 3. This necessitated the
obligatory siesta and I snoozed away til the early evening.
Suitably refreshed, and following coffee to awaken my senses, I set
off on a bar hop, culminating in having a late dinner in a fantastic,
simple tapas restaurant. A great selection of jamons, chorizo, salami,
cheese and breads. Washed down with copious white wine. A very
pleasant evening of eating, drinking and watching the beautiful people
of Seville go by!
