Stories of Spain 4 at 13:36

When my friend Sarah comes back in the afternoon (and after my nap), we look for ice cream but end up sitting in a Starbucks reading for a few hours. If you know me, that is actually an activity I thoroughly enjoy as a tourist, or as a person in general.

Anyway, as the afternoon wears on and it cools off, I notice rollerbladers. At first it was the occasional solo or wobbly couple, but it becomes too frequent and regular to be a fluke. People actually take it seriously as a form of transportation.

After Sarah goes home for dinner I stay at Starbucks for two more hours, then force myself to explore more. I walk through the gardens in front of the Alcaraz, and find an interesting, well-lit fountain with a lion on top.

On the other side of the Alcazar are more restaurants and shops and bars. I spend an hour slowly eating a flan, and journaling.

I like flan in the states better. Or whatever it it's called. Custard?

At around midnight we explore an international food festival, which means tents featuring beers from that country. I didn't take a picture but I had a samosa from Thailand, and then we played on some really awesome playground structures. Also at one point this drunk guy stopped me and told me I was Asian.

We walk back some 3 km to Sarah's house at 1 AM. On the way a guy on a bike asked us for directions. Well, asked Sarah, I guess. On a big bridge, we pass by the fire station, which bears the emblem of Sevilla in the middle. Sorry you can't see it clearly, but if you're curious, just look it up.

 Featuring Sarah on the right.

I end up taking a taxi home after fruitlessly for a bus for half an hour. I get back for 8 euros instead of 12. The first taxi ripped me off. At last I go to sleep at 2 AM.