Friday, April 2 - Sevilla

Oh Holy Week.

Sevilla was even more closed today than it was yesterday, because it's Holy Friday, which seems to be even holier than Holy Sunday. This country is ridiculous. After attempting to go to first the oldest bull ring in Spain, the Torre del Oro (Tower of Gold), and finally the Alcazar, we gave up. In a final attempt to do something of substance, we walked to Plaza España, hoping that since it's a plaza it would be open. Fortunately it was. The Plaza itself is actually very beautiful. Construction is not yet done, but it has a mosaic mural dedicated to each state in Spain, and we saw the mosaics for Barcelona, Cordóba, Granada, and Girona. Madrid and Barcelona were covered. There was a harp player playing 'All My Loving' by the Beatles, and he was actually good so I threw a euro or two his way.

Sandy and the very closed bull ring.

The very closed Torre del Oro.

Plaza España, the only thing open on Holy Friday.

At Plaza España.

Cordóba mosaic.

Girona mosaic.

Harp player with a penchant for the Fab Four.

We returned to Mama Terra for lunch, and a funny thing happened. We were complaining about Holy Week and it's ability to shut down an entire city. We shouldn't have done this. Because no sooner had Sandy said, 'I hate Holy Week.' did a righteous bird come along and leave a present on her shoulder. I hadn't said out loud that I hated Holy Week, so I was spared and proceeded to say how awesome Holy Week was. Lesson learned ... God will send a bird to poop on you if you bad mouth Holy Week.

If you trash Holy Week, Holy Week will trash you right back.

We returned to the hostel for more quality time with Neil and the sun. Sandy had begun a book about Coco Chanel at this point - clearly we weren't reading for school. Later we ventured out again to get groceries to make a dinner for ourselves and save a little money. The place we went to, Opencor, had these awesome baskets on wheels and we just had to take a picture. We brought back our food and proceeded to play Scrabble with the Spanish letters. There were some letters that we just ignored their Spanish connotation and Anglicized them. I'm proud to say I won ... by a lot. Sandy wasn't happy. We then returned to our room to repack all of our stuff. I broke out the Longchamps and broke it in, filling it with souvenirs and Sandy stuffed the Vera to beyond capacity.

Classy baskets.