Mary Poppins Huynh
Trip Start Dec 16, 2009
25Trip End Jan 09, 2010
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Along the way to the ferry, a number of people try and sell you ferry tickets, and it had the feel of a Moroccan hustle. Not that we truly can detect what a Moroccan hustle feels like, given that we've been scammed a couple of times already! We went through passport control and the security check, only to find out that our tickets weren't what we needed to get on the ferry
Finally, we were on mainland Spain's soil!!! We made our way over to the Algeciras bus station to pick up tickets we had purchased last night on line, and were off in search of lunch. We ended up back at the station's cafe since we didn't see anything very appealing within a 5-minute walk, and clouds and rain had also rolled in.
At the cafe, I noticed that the right side of my face had gotten kind of numb, and wondered if it was due to sleeping funny, perhaps pinching a nerve in my neck. Or perhaps it was a stroke, and I told Mary to tell the paramedics if something happened to me, but she only laughed at me about it. That's OK as I'll have the last laugh, having sold her to Hamou!
We finally arrived in Seville, after a long day of travel and it was just in time, as my bladder was about to burst
We checked into the hostel and got settled in. The hostel's manager told us that tomorrow we could change to a private double, at no extra charge. I questioned whether or not we should do this, since the other two people in our current room could potentially be beautiful Spanish women. But after finding out that they were two guys, I no longer cared if we stayed in that room or not :(
We quickly headed out after chatting with Marcus, a bunkmate living in Boston. Apparently, the hostel is hosting a bit of a New Year's eve party here, but being almost 10 PM, we decided to first go find food and if there were no large outdoor gatherings, make our way back here to ring in the New Year.
We wandered for a while before finding anything better than a convenience store; the only problem was that it was a very fancy-looking restaurant, Robles
The restaurant set up a number of extra tables outside to accommodate all of the people waiting to eat, and even had a couple of outdoor heaters fired up. Too bad we weren't near any of the heaters, but the square where we dined was probably warmer than any other outdoor spot in Seville tonight, since seemingly every tourist in the city was waiting to eat at Robles! And though it certainly isn't pleasant to be cold, it's definitely better than being cold AND hungry.
We joked that maybe we could go eat in the bathroom if the temperature dropped any further, or get the rest of our meal to go. We had become quite sick of Harira, the traditional Moroccan soup, after having it so many times in Morocco, but we wondered how good a steaming bowl of that would be at this moment. I don't think that we would've eaten it, but dunking our cold hands into it would have been wonderful.
We laughed that both times we have been in Seville, it's been dead because it was either too hot (42 degrees in August), or too cold (10 degrees like tonight), so that everybody was hiding from the weather
The conversation turned to the past year, and its highlights and lowlights. It was a good year for Mary, because she could only think of highlights. We noted that it was a funny year for me, with both the highlight and the lowlight being the exact same thing.
Dinner ended taking us almost right up to midnight, so we walked around a bit to scope out the plaza by the cathedral, to see if it would be any busier than Plaza Nueva, where people had started to gather. As we walked, I stepped into a big pile of horse crap, which felt a lot like stepping into a disgusting chocolate cake. This was the second time I stepped into crap this evening, doing so once just outside of the hostel, as we began our search for dinner. And if you count the cuttlefish crap we ate for lunch, this was my third exposure to crap for the day! That's gotta be some kind of record!
We ended up back at Plaza Nueva, which was getting quite packed, and ran into Michael, from the tour out to the Sahara desert
I was one of the first ones to leave the bar at around 3:00, and decided to stroll around for a bit. There's always such a buzz in Spain that makes it so exciting; patrons of the surrounding bars had spilled out onto La Alameda, joining others who had congregated out there with their own drinks. It's always nice to ring in a New Year, and there's no better way to do it than here in Spain!