SEVILLE/CORDOBA

Seville/Cordoba

Time is flying by so fast and I can’t believe we only have four days left.  I’m thinking I should lose my passport and never return to the states. We are on our way to Madrid on a train.  It takes two hours from Seville to Madrid, so I decided to write to pass time.  But of course I have writers block… 

We had a group of crabby, tired, hungry Journalists when we got to Seville. I feel bad for the two men on the trip who have to deal with our PMS behavior.  Once we arrived to Seville, we grabbed some grub.  Later that night we went to a flamenco show.  The performance was in gated area about 20 minutes away from our hotel. The show was in a tiny building next to a couple of adorable restaurants. When we were seated, they brought us a drink and the show started.  The dancers were incredible and I can’t believe how fast they move their feet. I fell in love with the Spanish man playing the guitar at the show. We need some more men that look like that in Nebraska.

The next day in Seville we attempted to go to the mall near our hotel. Little did we know it was a Spanish holiday and was closed.  It was probably a good thing though because I probably would have spent all of my money.  Later that night we all grabbed dinner for Lacy’s birthday.  I love all of the ladies on the trip! It has been so awesome getting to know them. 

It was an early wakeup call on Friday morning when we took our day trip to Cordoba. We were about an hour late to Cordoba because the tire on the bus blew up.  “Blew up” may be an exaggeration, but it was pretty close to what happened.  We heard a pop and the bus started to smell like burnt tire.  The funny thing is our bus driver didn't even realize something was seriously wrong.  It was a struggle trying to explain to him what happened with the English-Spanish language barrier, but we all survived.

On the Bright side, Cordoba was a beautiful area and had great food.  The mosque/cathedral we went to was the scariest thing I have ever seen in my life.  I didn't think it was beautiful… I thought it was creepy and I wanted to leave.  As I looked around the cathedral, I imagined myself in a scary movie.

The last day in Seville we went to a futbol game.  It was AWESOME! I usually don't like soccer, but the boys were pretty and Spain is known for soccer. I bought a jersey for a keepsake.