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Published: July 15th 2006
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Sevilla, Spain
view from La Giralda (august 4th to the 7th 2005) bus ride to sevilla from lagos. don't remember much, cause of the night before, i just passed out on the train and had a good nap. arrived into sevilla at around 6 in the afternoon at the bus station, a bit away from the hostel we chose out of our travel guide. my first thoughts of sevilla, arriving ona very dark afternoon, overcast and extremely grey, were that we should have gone to morocco instead. that soon went away. the buildings we passed by soon enchanted me to the city, and as we got on the cab--again due to the bags--i fell in love with the city. the taxi drove next to the river, by the bull ring, and through dos de mayo. in front of the cathedral he drove through, and i was in awe. finally we arrived to the street, ximenez de enciso, and started on our search. the streets, cobbled and hugable in a way. walked around for about 20 minutes, and the hostel no where to be found. we settled on a hostel, around the bend from cafe-bar levies, where we spent two of our night enjoying the wonderful rockafort cheese
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Gardens fries from the big pan, while drinking beer, wine, and sangria.
we got the top room in the building, not good in the morning because of the heat, and the owner turns off the AC right before the sunrises. the first night we decide to take it easy, watched a flamenoco show, and retired to a couple of beers in barrio de santa cruz. the next morning we walked the whole city, no bags, went to the palace, the beautiful gardens of alcazar (great to walk around, beautiful fountains), and just got lost in the city. this walk amazing. i loved the building, and how they were on top of one another, in such small quarters. the architecture in lisbon is great, and one building compliments one another, but sevilla, i don't believe there is one correct way to describe the city. we finally made to the cathedral and walked up to the top, beautiful view, and by the end of the walk up, sevilla became one of my favorite cities to this day. finally came down, and saw the rest of the cathedral. only sad part, they show off all the gold that is used for catholic symbols, and
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Streets that most likely was pillaged from the americas.
aight, got over that, and continued our walk to the archivo de las indias. we got lost on our way, we looked at our map incorrectly, because it is right next to the cathedral. made up to the plaza nueva before we realized our mistake. on our way back we went behind the cathedral, and ran into two gypsies--atleast that is what we were told they were--who stole our money. we were pissed. i'll spare you the details, just that we were nice to talk to them, and they screwed us over with some hand reading trickeration. we didn't get mugged or anything.
anyways, the archivo de las indias was nice, great map collection. after the incident with the two women in the cathedral and a walk through the archivo we went to starbucks right next to the cathedral and cool down with some cold cofee. sent some post cards out, and kept walking.
we had our dinner, buying the food from a supermarket, and then headed out. went to the bar where we discovered our rockafort platter. got extremely drunk, and made friends with the waitress who told us the local
Sevilla, Spain
Near our hostel, near Casas de la Juderia places where to go. we headed on our way, not before we stopped at one of our favorite bars on our trips. when headin out of cafe levies, turn right. head down for about three blocks, estimate yourself because of the street sizes, and make a slight left. go down a slight hill, and becareful not to miss it, it is on a fork on the road. the place is tiny. good prices, not cheap, but good, owned by mother and son. those two will talk to you about anything, and will serve you when you want to be served no matter how busy the place is. too drunk to write the name. stayed until they closed, and then headed on our way, across the puente de triana. on the riverside there are great bars and nightclubs, one should not miss. finally chose a nice bar, all spaniards, no foreigners, where live music of the region was playing, though a lady told me it was not flamenco. we were beyond drunk, and i tried to learn how to dance from a beautiful woman, but to no avail, as they just laughed at me. i said forgive this colombian. later on,
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Plaza de Espana my brother beyond gone, sees a number 23 t-shirt, and his love for michel jordan comes out. goes up to the guy, and starts screaming in his face "MJ! MJ! MJ!". poor spaniard did not know what he was saying. my brother was twice his size, and the look on the poor guys face was classic. finally my brother calms down and can finally be understood, and a look of relief goes over the guys face, and calmly explains that it is just an england jersey. we make our way out, and head across the river again to the east side of the river, where open air bars were placed. go for our first drink at a bar, and again, my brother passes out. i ask the bar tender to take a picture of him, he does, and ask him what cool clubs are around here. i head there, not before i put my brother on a cab, and try to get in. unfortunately i had my sneakers and wouldnt let me in--but i also think it was due to my stumbling, i don't know.
we wake up the next morning we walk more of the town, head to the
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Plaza de Espana bullring, and eat bull tail, not at the bullring. walked around and found some tapas bars, and enjoyed the afternoon. we take the night easy, enough drinks to feel good, since we have an early bus ride to valencia the next morning, that will take us 12hrs.
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