A Swing and a Miss

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We spotted a place called the Los Angeles Café on our way to the next hotel (almost next door to it, actually) and made a note of the presence of eggs. We park our in-transit luggage next to a table and slam a couple huevos without going out of our wayvoes. The new place is fine and we’re in and out pretty quick.

This will be one of those very short blog entries everyone dreams of. Here’s why we spent an extra day here and why we didn’t need to:

While looking at a travel guide we saw a picture of the gardens of the Alcazar, another palace/grounds combo here in old town. Steve glanced at the shot and instantly recognized it as Dorne from Game of Thrones! A Google search confirmed it, so we had to go! Think about it; some of the most horrific story conclusions on GoT started right here! But the line is very long. Fuck it; gotta do it. After three hours (!!!!!) of waiting and chatting with the very amiable Samantha and Alex form Mesa Arizona, they close gate! Bastardos! So, that’s that. (Julie addition: I did say after hour one that this was a waste of an afternoon.)

The other reason we didn’t want to risk moving on to our next city for arrival today was a business Skype call we have at 19:00. We get back to the room in time to check in with our beloved HERO staff and take the call. That takes about an hour, which leaves us (just the ladies, this time!) HUNGRY! Believe it or not vegan food is not impossible to find in Spain and we have been doing so fairly regularly. We do so again tonight and our stomach, over its pork shock, welcomes it gratefully.

On more word of Seville before we turn in; legs. As evening sorts out the family tourists from the nightclubbers, the legs come out. Streets festooned with thousands of ladies brandishing twice as many Spanish lady legs, showcased by black miniskirts and high heels. Herds of them striding gracefully in a parade of lady leg celebration. It should be added that the men are equally dashing, with preternaturally perfecto beards and style… but the vast quantity of legs are kind of insane. In short, these Spaniards is some foyne looking peoples.

One more, one more word about Seville, and really Spain overall; did someone forget to write the smoking warnings in Spanish? These people smoke in such huge volume that it is, honestly, like a form of pollution. Everyone smokes while doing everything. And the warning thing actually is very much present here. They have those packs with horrific pictures on them, but apparently, they aren’t aware. They must think they’re Gross Anatomy Trading Cards or something. The volume of smoking is truly unfathomable. That includes all the leggy senoritas and beard caballeros, virtually all of whom would be worth enduring the nasty aroma for a poke at…

Okay… see ya tomorrow.

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Comments

[Carol]

Sorry you missed it. Our AirBnB host told us about the Alcazar but not the Game of Thrones connection. Not that it would have made an impression since we may be the only ones on the planet that don't watch the show. Happy you found some sexy people and some vegan fare. Well played friends!