Hola from Sevilla, Spain. What a trip so far... and by that, I mean the flight. It was so choppy that I was tense the entire way to Brussels. Then, our connection was delayed because of the flight control strike in France... which was then changed again because of the route change which was also very turbulent. Let´s just say that I am glad we are landed and kinda sorta rested. When I got up this morning, my upper body was so sore from being tense. Anyhoo...
I´m having mild allergic reactions to Manchego. I´m not happy.
Fried fish in Sevilla is quite tasty. I think I will have some everyday.
It´s easy and fun to get lost in this city.
Spanish boys are thin thin thin thin thin. The BASTARDS.
Tapas... good reason to stuff your face and wash it down with a bottle of wine.
Okay, we have one two more days in Sevilla. Then, it´s off to Cordoba, Granada, and Tarifa with a day in Tangier, Morocco. It´ll be my first time in Africa since I left in 1982.
Oh, and if Robert Wright is reading this... I cannot thank you enough. Looking forward to the rest of the trip. Later.