Another pleasant day and night spent in Sevilla!
After sleeping through my alarm and finally waking up in my cave of a room at 10:30, I saw I had a message from Joaquin, one of the “Amigos del Camino” I’d met the night before.
Joaquin is actually an Amigo de Los Amigos del Camino, as he hasn’t actually walked it and was just there to visit Jose Maria, his friend.
Joaquin and JM kindly met me at my hotel, where they whisked me away to another one, which has a special price for Peregrinos: roughly half of what I was paying before! Granted, this one has no air conditioning. Which means I may actually wake up at a decent hour tomorrow! We shall see.
Anyway, we had a rough day that pretty much consisted of: coffee, toast and chatting; beer and chatting; chatting and walking; beer, wine, more wine, paella, and chatting; 2 hr siesta; coffee, chatting, and YouTube; walking and chatting; beer and chatting; beer, chips and chatting; beer, tapas and chatting; bed.
Life in Sevilla is rough, I tell you.
Below: a type of sherry, called manzanilla, which translates into chamomile, and is made from white grapes and not, as you might think, chamomile, nor, as you might mishear, cherries.
It is homemade and served from whatever is handy, and indeed tastes a lot like how you might imagine alcohol someone brewed at home and put in a vegetable oil jug would taste. With a slight floral nose.
“The only thing I don’t drink,” Joaquin says, serving himself another glass, “is brake fluid.”
(Joaquin, Isabel, Luisa, Jose Maria, giant pan of homemade paella)