View from the Albergue kitchen.
Just Jörg from Germany and me tearing things up (figuratively) in an Albergue built for 18!
Jörg watches the pasta boil since there’s nothing else to do…
I get the wine ready! We overestimated how much we might need. At 2€/bottle, we’ll leave some for the next pilgrims.
My iPhone keeps eating my updates, but here is a very dark picture of me looking ridiculous in my walking gear.
It was approximately 8 billion degrees in my room at the Flor de Lis pension hostal on St. Eloy street in the heart of old-town Seville.
There has been a lot of strolling around Sevilla.
The same night as the Lunchtime Paella Incident followed by Food Coma (pronounced siesta in Spanish) I went out for a long walk and many cervezas with Joaquin.