Sevilla I: ¿What When?

Last day in Barcelona consisted of attempting to find this place set up for the 1992 Olympics that was supposed to be models of all the different regions of Spain. We found it eventually but didn´t feel like paying to get in, so wandered around Montjuci Park for a bit before meeting up with one of the guys we knew from London and hanging out at the hostel for a little.

Caught the flight to Sevilla, narrowly, as they were checking luggage requirements as we got on the plane in the pouring rain and if they´d pulled us aside our bags probably would not have been accepted. Also, complaint 192 against Ryanair: they are too cheap for those tube hallway things and make you board your plane on the tarmack, which was exciting at first but now just cold and wet and cattle-like.

Natalie´s directions to the hostel here were spot-on, and we´re right by a cathedral. Cathedrals are excellent for navigating, as any Pitt student can tell you. I had what I thought was dinner with Ms. Bell, which was lovely as it was great to see her and catch up a bit, but later turned out to be lunch since Spanish dinners at at 10 pm at night. Which means people don´t even leave for bars or clubs until 11 at the earliest, usually closer to 12:30. An ideal night for me usually includes getting into bed by 2 at the latest, and here that´s when the party just gets started. Crazy does not begin to cover my feelings on the matter.

Also: they have oranges on all the trees here, its neat.