The weekend after the Sierras we headed to Sevilla! Sevilla (Seville for us AMURRRicans) is the capital of Andulicia (the southern region of Spain) and is famous for flamenco, art, and beautiful sights! My first impression was that I was in the Spanish Miami- palm trees and orange trees sprinkled all over, music and street performers (forbidden in Granada), tourists everywhere, and SUNSHINE!
Here's a look at our first day!
Katie (Kati) and Me- 3 hr ALSA ride to Sevilla
Starting the trip off RIGHT with a bit of Recojidas aka JIDAS (prounounced J-EYE-TUS) of the eye balls (aka pink eye). What is this Jidas (or Jide, or Jiddy)? It's a serious disease originally transmitted from gypsy swindlers that can take many forms...eyes, chest, fingers, etc and can even be transmitted to inanimate objects. It has taken several victims within CEGRI, but I seem to be the favorite.
The following pictures are of me rocking the 4-eyes, narsty gunky junk, and no-make up look...so hot.
(*Recogidas is actually one of the main streets in Granada that we students enjoy mispronouncing)
¡Buenos días Sevilla!
The gorgeous river walk along the Guadalquivir where people run, paddle boat, kyak, and, in our case, frolick merrily down the boardwalk! Upon arrival we scarfed down our bocadillos, checked out a Tourist Information center, meandered along the streets until we found our hostel (which was actually in the smack dab middle of town), and soaked up the warm weather.
How can one resist helado on a sunny day in February?
Kaye, Kevi, Devi, Katherine, Me
Catedral de Sevilla- Me, Kelly
We were too late to go in for a tour so we saved that for the next day. It is in the heart of Sevilla and constantly surrounded by gypsies trying to give you "free" rosemary and read your palms (then give you a gyspy shake down if you don't comply!). Gotta love the irony!
Can I call you HORSEY?
NO.
Kellita
5 seconds before the employee at the museum yelled at her for climbing a historical, holy catherdal...way to go Kel!
Kelly, Me, Katie, Kaye and HOSTEL FRIENDS
Here is the story on Hostel Friends. We originally booked the dirt cheap 9 euro a night stay at Hostal Olé. Then I received this email from them...
Dear Mary,
We talk about you reservation in Hostal Olé, the thing is that in the hostel where you have your reservation there was several problem with a tubes, so really i think that is imposible to sleep in the Hostel, the best option is to change your reservation to other Hostel that is similar to Hostal Olé , that is the hostel FRIENDS,that is in the centre town , is too near about 1 minute ,you will sleep in room for 4 people like in your reservation, and you will go directly to the Hostel Friends in Federico Sanchez Bedoya street nº 13. Please if you are agree send us an e-mail confirmation.
We are hope your news
Hostal Olé
Turns out Hostal Friends is a 60 euro a night place. Can you say UPGRADE?!
Moral of the story: When booking hostels find a place that is so terrible that it breaks down before you get there so you can stay in an AWESOME hostel for the same dirt cheap price (I'm putting that in the book Aunt Cokie ;) )
The rest of the night included grabbing some tapas, trying to make our own Botellón (and getting yelled at of course), and heading to a discoteca called Kapital.
This may look like Kaye is getting a Kevi and Devi sandwich...but really this is an example of Kevi/Devi being our body guards from the relentless Sevillans. I also served as a form of protection with my Jiddy eyes...an automatic repellent! However, I still could not stop a Spanish tennis player from falling in love with Kaye...
(First 5 seconds of their meeting:)
Man- I think I am falling in love with you.
Kaye- HOW? How is that possible?
Man- I can get to know you. We can get coffee?
Kaye- How old are you?
Man- 28.
Kaye- You're as old as my brother.
Kaye Foley- International heart breaker.
I don't think Sevilla was ready for us...
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absolutley love it MP!! (Im so cool I call you that haha)
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