25 degrees in Munich, 35 in Seville
Today is a travel day…first a 10 minute walk to the train,
next a 40 minute train to the airport, then a flight to Seville (or should I
say Sevilla, as the Spanish do?) followed by a 20 min bus ride (€4
each) again to the Sevilla hotel. Taking public transit instead of
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taxis or
other type of car service is not nearly as complicated as I anticipated. I
admit, most of this is because Chris figures it out ahead of time and takes me
along for the ride. However…I’m sure I could cope with it without him! I have
to say again how primo the location of our Munich hotel was. We were basically
able to walk everywhere we wanted and when we did need the train, a stop was 10
minutes away.
Sevilla has a totally different vibe compared to Munich.
Firstly, it is HOT, not unbearable, but HOT
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and humid. And the public washrooms
have totally lived down to my expectations. The only one I’ve used so far was
in the airport – there was a seat and paper, so I was thrilled. German
facilities were 100% of the time awesome. Washrooms are a big deal to me.
Our hotel is very cool. It is in the old city of Seville built
within the historical complex of the Reales Alcázares Palace. To get here we
turned down a tiny side street not wide enough for a car. If you didn’t know
where you were going you definitely wouldn’t have found it. There are only 18
rooms here and it seems like we are the only ones here. We know the hotel is
not totally full, but not sure how empty it is – we saw one other couple all
day. The vibe of this hotel is very different from the Munich one, that hotel
was mostly about function and this one is a lot more about form.
We spent the afternoon unpacking and resting, before
partaking in the hotel’s complementary afternoon tea. This nothing fancy, just
an espresso
maker, teas, some cakes, fruit, flavoured water and cookies. It
absolutely hit the spot. We enjoyed our coffee and cake on the courtyard just
outside our room.
The rest of
the evening was spent wandering and finally picking a spot for our first of
likely many tapas. Once the sun was down the temperature went down as well and
it was quite pleasant sitting outside to eat. The photo of the food isn’t the greatest
but shows how we had a few small plates – grilled squid, stewed ham and
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mushrooms
and potato omelet. All was delicious and washed down with a bottle of wine. As
the evening gets later and later, more and more people come out as do the
buskers. These are strolling buskers…they announce their presence, sing one song
and want a tip…I’m more than happy to tip a busker, but for one song? Really? We figure it’s actually a group of guys on the
way to the bar, who decide to sing a bit.
We also
find a grocery store before turning in for the night…most
things here are typical
for a grocery store except for the display of pork legs. I’ve never seen
anything quite like it in a grocery store…in a restaurant, sure, but the whole
leg for sale…this is new. We figure each leg goes for a few humdred euros each – I guess
that’s why they have security tags attached. Oh and don’t miss noticing the
feet still attached - ugh!
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