From the airport in Seville there were two buses to catch and then a short walk to the hostel. It should have been simple enough but of course I got off a stop early so spent about half an hour trying to navigate my way to the hostel. I checked in and had a long luxurious shower with strong water pressure which didn't exist in Morocco, then bought ingredients for a salad at the supermarket and created a feast. I was quite tired after my early start so decided to have a little siesta before the boys arrived and 2 hours later I still hadn't heard from them. I went down to the reception to see if maybe they had arrived and gone looking for me, but no need for questions there they were!! They were big reunion hugs and my favourite 3 boys had actually come for our weekend!! We went up to the room and the boys filled me in on all the stories and things I'd missed in the past two weeks, and surprisingly there was loads of gossip, new people and love interests. Each night dem 7.30-8.30 the hostel put on free sangria so we headed down and made the most of it and I think I had close to 8 glasses in the hour and was very tipsy. There also was homemade paella on offer for 7 euro and you got a huge plate so we all signed up and it was delicious. We headed off on a hunt for good bars and struggled to find good ones, but did find 2 gay bars one which had a man wearing a leotard and fishnet stockings! I had so much fun anyway and stereotypically found some good dancing partners and had more and more sangria. The final bar advertised having the cheapest beer in Spain at 0.40cents a glass so the boys were happy too! At 3am we called it quits and I was secretly happy because I had definitely hit a wall. I collapsed straight into bed and woke up still in last nights outfit, clearly I was even drunker that I thought.
It was a very VERY lazy morning and we all eventually emerged from bed at 1pm. We started our big day of 'Sightsee Seville' with the first stop a fruit shop to try and restore some sort of health to our bodies. Next stop, the "Mushrooms" aka the Plaza Mayor of Seille designed by a clearly crazy architect, this modern structure seems very out of place here but nevertheless we took a closer look and tried to find the lift to the viewing point, but failed. Oh well, we wandered through the winding streets with no particular direction but we ended up at the river and decided to stop at a nice tapas bar for some lunch. You pay for your view and with average tapas at 4 euro a pop I think we were slightly ripped off. From here we came across the bullfighting ring and decided to do a guided tour which was really interesting, especially seeing the mini chapel that was immediately before the bullfighters entered the arena where the macho men could sneak in a pray for their lives before each fight. We wandered around longer first looking at the cathedral and then a music store to find a good CD for the car trip home. We went back and freshened up and then went to an Indian restaurant for dinner! I was so excited to find there was Indian here, I hadn't eaten curry since Berlin in the first week of June and was craving it!! It was a little disappointing but still gave me a hit of spice and flavour which doesn't appear to be part of Spanish cuisine. From here our laziness continued and we got a taxi to a bar which had be recommended to us which was called Oveja Negra or 'Black Sheep'. I wished we ate here instead as the food lining the bar looked amazing and my taste buds were immediately tantalised. I ignored my hungry mouth and tried to keep it quiet with a glass of sangria instead but the overpowering brandy taste left me unsatisfied and struggling to finish my drink. As is typical in Spain a 'bar' doesn't include tables unless you are also having a moan course meal so unless you manage to find a nook squeezed in at the bar, you are sent outside to drink on th street. Never mind that drinking in the streets is illegal here, if the police arrive the establishments claim they never served you and a random group of people with beers and glasses of wine just 'happened' to set up camp on their back door. Our seat for the evening was the gutter and after a few hours we sought out the local branch of Cerveceria for some warmth and cheaper drinks and after a few more pints we were all done and dusted and off to bed.
Our weekend in Seville was already at an end and the last stop after a sleep in and checking out was Black Sheep to try out the tapas which had tempted us so much the previous night. Sadly, on arrival we were an hour early for lunch and so our plan was spoilt. Instead, we stopped at a nice looking tapas bar with tables in the sun outside and were about to blown away. I ordered grilled mushrooms with chorizo and didn't really know what to expect. What came out was the most beautifully presented tapas I had seen so far in Spain. Two grilled button mushrooms, stuffed with smoky chorizo in a tomato reduction, topped with aioli, served with a side salad and a drizzle of pesto. It was incredible and all 4 of us were silenced while we enjoyed the incredible food. We walked to the car, popped on Rock FM and set off on the road trip back to Salamanca. 
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