And I've been verybusy. So, if you're among the four people still reading this blog (and, if you're here, you are...) I apologize.
Let's give you a tapas-sized recap of Seville--our last city in Spain, shall we?
We left Madrid and took a train to Seville, where everything is verypretty™...
Photo courtesy Donna's Instagram.
...but you can look at images of buildings elsewhere on the internet. You're hungry for the bits...
...hungry like the wolf.
And there's a lot of crap to cover...
...so let's get to it. Our AirBNB was super cute...
...as were some of our servers...
The crew at CHIFA are as delicious as their food and beverages.
At Chifa, our foods were delightful...
Literally the best thing I've eaten in Seville.
This photo is here mainly to remind me that it was tuna tartar with fresh mango sorbet.
...but elsewhere, we didn't have such great luck. Like at the market, for example, when I bought Orange Wine:
In my defense, I thought fruit wine would be delicious, because Catherine O'Hara said so in Schitt's Creek.
Turns out, I was mistaken.
Moving on to recap the rest of Seville:
The gay bars were weird...
...we were drunk messes...
...some stuff happened we're not gonna talk about.
At the markets, some of the brand names are a little off...
...and some of them are just right...
...but the highlight of our time in Seville was Garlochi!
It's a very quiet little bar with a very quiet proprietor...
...and super crazy decor:
Like...seriously.
Seriously, this place is intense.
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| Sharing it with the Big Man himself! |
Sacrelicious!
Donna, Val, her buddy Adam and I had the place to ourselves for most of the night, aside from when the owner/bartender's son or brother or whoever came in with a baby, who we assumes also works there sometimes...
...I love Spain.
We had so much fun at Garlochi, we went back a second night, where we once again had the run of the place...
...we felt like we had become part of it. And in many ways, we had...
...until about 30 Irish tourists poured in...
...made Val call up their friends and explain where they were...
..and forced us to leave, essentially because once their bits got in the way of OUR bits...
...and that's just plain unacceptable.
But the next day, Donna was inspired by this place to get herself a tattoo...
...which feels right. Although she did tweak it just a little.
And with that, time has run out for us in Seville...
....who knows what will happen to us in Portugal:
Ok, here's a hint...
Until then...sweet dreams!
Someone pooped on your new T-Shirt...you should wear it when you return to Beaver, Utah.
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