Well this is my last day in Sevilla, and I really don’t know what to do with myself. My bus leaves for Barcelona today at 4 and arrives at 8am the next morning. I think that the ride is going to be long and painful. Who knows though, it could be that I get a small woman to sit next to and I’ll have the room that I need to at least breathe without being squished. More likely than not, it’ll be a gargantuan of a guy who has no control over his legs and will constantly be pushing me for more space. I seriously hope not. I digress, today as stated, is my last day in this beautiful city. I’ve seen pretty much all the new things that I think I can see, so I’ll probably end up spending most of my time just hanging in the hostel or bus station. It’s what I seem to be good at. The weather is cloudy, so maybe the city is sad that I’m leaving??? Probably not, but it makes for a good day to walk around some more. I don’t know if I’ve written about the heat here, but it has been very hot. The locals seem to be used to it and like the small town that I wrote about before, the locals go into hiding in the mid afternoon. And just like in that other post, it seems really strange that the city basically shuts down for a few hours. Everywhere you go the only people you see are a few tourists meandering along. Some are taking pictures, others are eating ice cream, and still others are looking in shop windows with no hope of actually buying anything from the shuttered store. It makes sense though why the locals do this, it’s just plain hot out.

Sorry about the boring pictures, but I’ve talked about how many of the pictures just don’t give the sense of what the city is about, and for the most part, pictures, even boring pictures, give you a break in the reading.

Yesterday I didn’t do a lot of sightseeing, though I did go out a couple of times for food and pictures. There is one thing that doesn’t make sense here that I didn’t take any pictures of prior to yesterday. It’s this new, umm, something like a building, but to be honest I don’t know what to call it. It’s this huge grid like terrace that covers what looks like a small mall, and I think that’s the best description I can give for now. I wanted to take some pictures of it, if only because it stands out as not belonging in this otherwise perfect example of old-world life.

I haven’t talked about my health lately and to be honest I don’t really think it’s important in the “big picture” but since I have time this morning I’d do a little update. First the cold that I had in Tangier is completely gone, has been for at least a week. The food poisoning that I contracted about three weeks ago is about 90 percent gone, though I still have some indications that it’ll be a little longer before I’m completely over it. The good part about the food poisoning is that with all the symptoms that I’ve had to deal with I haven’t been eating very much. That has had the result that I’ve lost weight, about (and I’m guessing here) 15 lbs. My shorts are loose when I put them on and I don’t see the love handles as much as I used to. I still have another 15 to go, but if all it takes to losing weight is to go to Morocco, then I think I’m liking Morocco more and more. ☺

Okay, so now I’m killing time by wasting yours. Aren’t you glad that you started reading this post? You’ll lose about 20 minutes of your life for little more than to hear someone tell you about nothing. One of the Brits I was on the tour with asked me if I was going to make a book out of my blogs. At the time I said that I hadn’t thought about it, but who knows? The girl put the bug in my head and I’ve been giving it a lot of thought lately, so much that last night I started to plan out the layout in my head. We’ll see if it goes anywhere other than a simple idea, but I think it would be kind of cool to have a book of my travels. Don’t know if I’d do it in volumes by years, by destinations, or all in one chronologically, but I could use the practice in publishing, and it would be a great thing just to have around the apartment.

The last ramble I have is to talk about the hostel that I’ve been staying at here in Seville. This place has been the best yet. The building is old world style architecture built in a triangle overlooking a triangle courtyard. The staff have been great too. Last night I came downstairs and as I walked into the patio that was full of people, the manager offered me a chair at his table, asked if I wanted a beer, then offered me pizza. Most hostels you are treated nice, but never have I been offered a slice of pizza and a beer just for being a guest.