Anyhow, this morning we got up pretty early to get some of the free breakfast and see if we couldn’t get some beach time in. Let’s just say both of those expectations weren’t exactly met with flying colors. The breakfast was very small and strictly rationed and the beach itself was more of a boat launch with some rocks next to it we could get in the water from.
The water was really cold as the sun wasn’t fully up yet but it was, once we got in, very clear and much nicer than the water at home. We could see the fish on the bottom swimming around and on one of the concrete pilings there was even a real sea urchin.
After the beach we checked out at the very early time of 10AM and left our bags so we could take a walk. We ended up hiking up the side of one of the rock faces next to the hotel and stumbling our way into an abandoned military base, complete with a storage hangar build into the side of a cliff and cows roaming the ruins.
We got back to the hostel safe and sound, grabbed our bags, and made our way to the bus stop. We then hopped two buses, total cost amounting to 5.60 Euros per person, and got the airport more than two hours early for our flight.
We met an Australian traveler around our age who was also headed to Sevilla and we hung out with him while we prepared ourselves for the flight. Brian had to clear a lot of things from his luggage and I had to help him decide what to throw away but we made it under the ridiculously low 15kg limit for CHECKED luggage and arrived at the plane.
We had a very smooth flight and arrived a couple of hours later at the airport in Sevilla. I was so happy to be back in Spain and on territory where I could speak the language well enough to be not thought a tourist immediately. Interestingly enough, I had been told many times that my Italian was very good. For the most part, I got by very well in Italian but I’m afraid that I am going to be mixed up a bit with my Spanish as a function of the growth of Italian. In my thesis presentation (in Spanish) I even substituted “pericoloso,” dangerous in Italian, for “peligroso,” dangerous in Spanish. All I can do though is just use Spanish as much as possible and I will get it back on track.
As we got off in the Plaza Juan de Austria we bid farewell to our friend Ryan from Australia and walked the very reasonable 15 minutes to our hostel. We caught a gorgeous sunset over the Guadalquivir River flowing under the Puente de San Telmo and I know that we were in for a great time in Spain. Our hostel was really nice and welcoming and I can’t wait to explore the rest of it.
Now that I’m back on what I consider my own turf I can say, confidently, hasta mañana, buenas noches!
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