Hotel Casa Imperial
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... to be part of a Spanish tradition and join the atmosphere- not watch a bull get tortured! The crowd goes nuts!!! I sat watching through my fingers half separated the whole time lol! One of the young spaniards did a "clean kill" as jason called it-with his sword and the girls went crazy- throwing flowers and hats and all sorts if things! It was like the guy had just been pronounced king! The fight went from ...
... to see it in person is just impressive.
Back in Sevilla and we’re tired. We head out for a beer, then head back to the apartment and we try to work out what’s happening with Granada and the Alhambra. We finally sort it all out, it’s almost 9:30pm. We’re both so tired, but we haven’t seen any Flamenco yet and this is its birthplace. We’re also on holiday, so sleep can come at any time.
We stop into a local tapas bar ...
... so funny that the menu contained so many of those words!
Ha! I don't know how I managed to get a German menu but Michelle and I
thought it was so funny!
The weather in Sevilla was what I had previously thought all of Spain was like :) It was in the 20's almost all week!
A few random updates:
Grandma Downey turned 91 on Tuesday :) I was able to call her and
finally caught up with her since just before I left. It was really
... iPad means I had read Cervantes, watched an early documentary on BB King, facebooked and replied to emails. Such is down time. Both of us slept and read and surfaced at 6:30 to hit the Alfalfa precinct (yes, it's called that ... the word had to come from somewhere).
We walked to a local venue hoping to get late tickets for Flamenco, met a full house and booked for tomorrow night. Back in the street we promenade amidst teams of kids of all ages playing ...
... quickly, stamping them into the ground, the right foot always the dominant one. The tiny stage and smallish audience created an intimate setting that allowed us to experience the intensity of what they were feeling. As the male dancer spun around, sweat particles flew through the air from his hair or face, and you knew that he would dance with the same passion in a desert or a blizzard. On his face I simply saw joy at being able to show people what he ...