Seville, or: The continuing search for our place

We have found DawnO’s place.  Allow me to explain.  We have a reoccurring conversation every time we arrive somewhere new.  We try to determine if the current place we are in is somewhere that feels like a home away from home to either one of us.  To be fair, I think almost every place we have been to on this particular trip has been noted as her place, but we seem to be getting closer to DawnO perfection as we go. I admit, Seville is certainly a beautiful corner of the world.

We have been here for 4 days and have made use of the bikes that came with our latest place to stay.  We go out exploring in the morning, come back in the afternoon when the temperature reaches 40 degrees C, and we head out again in the evening time once the sun starts to make its decent.  Here are a few pics of our time in Seville.

This is my bike ‘Mustachio’, Dawn’s is ‘El Rocket Rojo’ (the Red Rocket)

Here I set a world land speed record on Mustachio.  No officials were present to confirm this.

DawnO going not-quite-as-fast-as-I-did-but-still-swiftly at Plaza de España.

Seville is the birthplace of Flamenco.  We took in a show the other night and got a front row seat.

Last night we headed across the river to Triana, which is only a 10 minute ride from our place.  Every night this week there is a party along the river where locals drink cervesas, listen to live music, and party like it’s 1999.  We saw the fiesta from the impressive bridge we took pant loads of pictures of.  We preferred the bridge.

La fiesta

So where is my place?  As long as DawnO is there it doesn’t much matter.  Also, there needs to be access to Nachos and guacamole.

Here is a parting shot of us at a spot DawnO will talk about in our next blog: