Sevilla

It took twenty four hours to arrive in Spain.

Unfortunately, that lovely view out the window at JFK is not our plane. For any dear friends and readers out there pondering their next international flight, go with British Airways. Having only flown overseas once before, I didn’t quite grasp how spoiled I was on my last trip with them. I’m not one for television [we actually got rid of ours during the last move] but when you’re 30,000 feet in the air for a day or so, it can make or break your voyage.

Anyhow, the important part is that we MADE IT.

Our driver, Francis, greeted us with a sign as we stepped out from baggage claim, and took us straight to our 5 star hotel. Given that we don’t book our own accommodations, it’s pretty awesome to be taken care of in such a fashion.

We had planned on giving ourselves a day off to explore a bit.

It is with great pride that I can say we made it downtown on foot, without getting lost once. The same cannot be said for previous Spanish excursions. That, however, is another story. This one did go well, and finding a supermercado was cause for much celebration. I can only imagine how we came across to the locals as we cheered in the produce aisle.

Sometimes it’s the little things.

The rest of the day was spent swimming in the bright blue outdoor pool, taking naps, and venturing out to Doner Kebab for falafel. Other plans for bike rides around town were put on hold; somewhere in between the 300 euro deposit and the 33 celsius temperature, we opted out. Sitting out in a luxurious cabana we watched bats fly by. I personally hoped they were fruit bats, and thought fondly of this band. As opposed to running in fear lest they land in my hair.

For now there are more adventures to be had + more photos to edit. Hasta pronto….