Sevilla, Spain

Met a few Ozzie chicks at the backpackers, as there are many, and took off following an Italian bloke in search of some (free) flamenco. Despite the fact that he didn´t realize it ended at 11, just before we got there, the cruise about the esplanade and the alleys that is Seville was really quite nice. Apparently people go back to work in Sept and things close earlier than they do in june-july, according to our italian half, anyway. It being in the 40s· by day and a beautiful 34· by night, the streets are livley with people living the tapas life, so the there was no loss of adventure hanging out the 4 of us.

By 2 or so, the italian bloke and i split with the aussies and we swooned the alleys of seville looking for cualquier cosa (whatever). and with his english as good as my italian, we managed pretty well with the spanish--our skills strengthened by a few cervezas. After a basement bar and another bear garden we headed back to our hostel about 3 only to find one of the many cervezarias (small beer places) was still open and had seemingly spontaneously poured out into the street-alley with a lively throng of people... gino was not one to pass up his chance to work his italian charm. so we hung around for a bit until we both finally admitted that our early morning bus was coming all too soon...to Cordoba