Andalucia continued

While I'm sitting on hold waiting to figure out a new flight (yay for winter weather!), I've decided to be mildly productive and share some more about our Andalucia trip from a few weeks ago. After Cadiz, we went to Sevilla and although the weather was pretty icky, it was still such a beautiful city. We arrived at night and were a bit frustrated to find out we had to walk a while and then take about a 30 minute bus ride to our hotel, but as soon as we started walking through the city, it was hard to be mad. Everything was lit up, and more so than usual for Christmas. One of those random moments I will probably never forget. :-) That evening was followed by rain, rain and more rain. But we made our way around the city anyhow. My favorite thing was the Plaza de España. 

Most places in Spain have Plazas de España, but this was by far the coolest one I've ever seen.


The cathedral in Sevilla was open to tourists, but we didn't go in as due to the holiday that all of Spain celebrated that week, there were quite a few people. Although once you've seen a few Spanish cathedrals, you've more or less seen them all. I'm sure I've offended someone with that statement, but man, it's true! This is the view through one of the gates. Picture courtesy of Eric. 

Before moving to our last leg of the trip, I want to add that while in Sevilla, or a town outside Sevilla where we stayed, we had probably the best meal I've had at a restaurant in Spain. We did pay a little more for it, but it was SO worth it. The friendly waiter who filled our wine glasses a time or two may have helped. :-)


Granada was aesthetically my favorite part of the trip. We visited Spain's most well known piece of Islamic architecture, the Alhambra. I have about a million pictures documenting the six hours or so we spent there. I will share just a few. 

My one great story from Granada involves being woken up every 20 or 30 minutes starting at about five o'clock in the morning on the day we were leaving by a rooster. That's right. In the middle of a pretty well populated area. A rooster. And while the Spanish guy yelling curses of all sorts at the rooster was funny, that kept us up for a while as well. This was followed by getting lost on our way to the train station and running a mile or so out of the way and having the train stopped for us as it was leaving so we could run on. It was quite the adventure. 


As for now, I'm going to sleep and waking up to fly back to Spain for five more months. I've enjoyed every minute of being home, but I'm excited to see what Spain has in store for me this time around.