The sun is out in Seville!

Slept in this am! Naturally, Ken was already up and says, “Let’s go to the Cathedral and climb the tower.” Not a chance. My eyes have been open for 4 minutes. I’m gonna need you to bring that energy down. Luckily for me, the cathedral didn’t open until 11am. I have never been so grateful for Spain hours.

Tapas & Tinto de Verano

Walking history and tapas crawl this afternoon. Went to a traditional tapas bar, founded in 1870. Gorgeous old bullfighting photos and posters on the walls. Ceiling was lined with leg after leg of jamón. Would not shock me to find out one of them was *from* 1870.

Forgot how much I enjoy the Spanish drink, Tinto de verano, which means, summer red. It’s red wine mixed with lemon soda, which is way better than it sounds – and great for day drinking since it’s lower in alcohol. And yes, I do realize it’s winter. I’m a rebel that way.

My girlfriend nearly caused an international incident at the bar when she asked for a calimocho, which is red wine mixed with Coke. Our guide audibly gasped, and said it’s sacrilegious to order this in the south of Spain. She got one anyway, because she is also a rebel.

Sidebar

You wanna know what the world could use more of? Shower shelves. Just a small footrest for the ladies, so we can shave our legs without risking an international slip and fall incident.

Flamenco Show

Flamenco show tonight. No photos allowed, so please enjoy this photo I took of a flamenco painting in the bathroom. Performance was incredible. So much energy and passion. I loved the costumes – those ruffles! And the fans!! I need a fan. Cannot imagine ever moving my feet that fast, and with such power and precision. But I can hold a fan.

We have tickets to the cathedral in the morning. I got Ken the tower climbing ticket, but paid extra for my *not climbing* the tower ticket.

Salud!