This actually could have been another post just about food,
but I’ll try and diversify.
I’m all moved into my apartment, and I’m greeted by this
beautiful view of the sky out of my bedroom window every morning:
So, to recap since we left off:
On Thursday I woke up for work, left my apartment building,
and promptly found myself in the middle of a flea market. Right outside my
front door. Needless to say, I was a little bit late for work that day.
Saturday, I gathered my wits about me, google-translated all
the necessary words, and headed to the farmer’s market a las setas.
There, I successfully asked for (or pointed to) all of the produce on my list, for about 6 euro. Loveeee.
Also, they had all these cute, fluffy, dead wild bunnies at
the butcher stand and I only cried a little (kidding). I was visibly surprised
by it and the man standing beside me looked at me like I had three heads while
I snapped a photo.
Sunday, we last-minute organized a quick trip to the country
side (Campo Day!). This included 11 people in three cars driving up the winding,
bumpy mountainside to the beautiful country house that belongs to the family of
one of the Glamping Hub managers. B-E-A-U-tiful.
We ate so much good food. Empanadillas, patatas alinas,
tortillas, guacamole…so good. I took maybe the most American pot luck food I
could think of on such short notice (and with no cookware in my kitchen):
tortilla roll-ups. They were a hit, to my surprise.
We also made 4 trips into the little orange grove behind the
house and must have picked about 200 oranges between us. I came home with 15
oranges and 4 beautiful lemons. For free!
We also took a long walk in the countryside.
And then I went home and slept very, very well.
Last week at work went by really quickly. I’m sure I did
interesting things, but I didn’t take pictures of any of them so who knows what
they were.
A coworker and I went scavenging the streets for internet
service; we were both currently living a life without wifi and dying slowly
inside. We struck out.
The good news is that she opened me up to a world in which a
little shop called Tiger exists. Tiger is basically a classy Dollar Tree. Most
items are under 5 euro and junk you never knew you needed till you saw it at
Tiger. We also got lost finding Zara Home and lusted after things in Butler’s,
a semi-expensive shop full of (again; useless but much coveted) kitchenware.
I’ll stick to the little Chinos, thanks.
On Friday, the same coworker and I went out in the city.
We started off at a little bar in Triana called Santa Ana,
where we ate grilled squid (I say, like I have it all the time) and discussed
our fascination with the way the bar kept our tab – with chalk.
From there we headed to Alameda and ended up about three
minutes from my apartment (not that I realized it at the time). We wandered in
and out of a few bars, almost froze to death, and then finally decided to call
it a night at 1 am. People in Sevilla usually stay out and party till 6 in the
morning, but considering we’re usually in bed by 11…this was fine by us.
When I say headed home, by the way, I mean went in a big
circle with the help of a tourist-y paper map. We’ll know better next time….
Saturday I slept in and then went shopping at el Corte
Ingles (love of my life) and did a lot of cooking.
Sunday I finally decided to be a tourist. I started with a
walk along the river:
Stopped at several places including a kiosk where I got a
café and a Starbucks where I tried in vain to connect to the free wifi:
Then I went Full Tourist and headed down to Plaza Espana.
Beautiful, but I don’t know if it was worth the hype.
I then wandered into the jungle, also known as the park
across from Plaza Espana and sat for a bit, eating an orange I’d brought along
(leftover from Campo Day!).
And then I headed home, for a grand total of 39,000 steps
walked this past weekend.
Next Adventure: Buying a toaster oven. I AM SO EXCITED.
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