EIGHT hours to ESPAGNE!
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May 12th, 2007 – by: Maureenie
After some brief packing for a wonderful week in Southern Spain, Josh and I jumped on the tube to meet a bus at Liverpool St. (again) to get us to Standsted Airport (North of the city). I do recommend Terravision buses as a “I took Ryanair/Easyjet and now I need to get to the far away airport” function, EXCEPT on this day. The guy driving the bus was CRAZY. He didn’t know WHAT he was doing. We left Liverpool Street at the time we were meant to, and then he drove around London for about half an hour, and then we ended up back at Liverpool Street.
We arrived in Spain in the evening. The night air was warm and smelled good, and reminded me of flying into Orange County after staying at home for a while.
We hung out on the second bus for a while, trying to catch glimpses of Seville, out the windows. The bus route ended and we were forced to get off. Fortunately, this was where we were supposed to get off anyway. We continued to be super lost trying to find the hostel itself. What a nightmare. Fortunately some Americans walking by us saw that we were confused and asked us if we were looking for Oasis Backpackers’ Hostel on Plaza Encarnacion (at least other people had been as confused as we were!) and pointed us in the right direction.
When we FIIIIIINALLY arrived at the hostel, after crawling around random corners of the Spanish streets, I was extremely impressed. Even though it was terribly difficult to find, the hostel itself was more like a resort than a hostel. Marble everywhere... fancy lighting, nice leather seats in the lobby with a fish tank and FREE internet use... SO nice. As we were checking in, I was talking to the guy who worked there, because his English had more of a French accent than a Spanish one. He told me he was from Switzerland and I proceeded to somehow impress him with my scrambled French as I asked where our room was.
After throwing our stuff in our room we THEN went for a well-deserved dinner... walked around behind the hostel in the windy streets, found a crowded restaurant in an area recommended by the Swiss desk dude and got dinner. I believe we got a beef dish and an appetiser, but my memory of that night is more overwhelmed by the atmosphere than that of the food (which is unusual for me, being such a foodie, but most Spanish food, in my opinion, isn’t anything to write home about). I do remember getting a small bottle of water, and the free olives and bread that they gave us (because they are always giving you free stuff when you get food... don’t know why... cultural thing...). It was great to see so many people out enjoying the evening. We stayed for a really long time talking and relaxing until it seemed everyone had gone.
I wanted to see some of the city since we had been so rushed all night, so we went for a walk and found some cathedrals and other beautiful buildings that were all beautifully lit. There seemed to be this wonderfully odd yellow glow in the city, even in the dark. One of my favorite memories of this trip was walking around the twists and turns of the Seville streets at night. The colorful residential buildings are quite tall, and the streets dividing them are very narrow, so it feels like a giant maze.
Then we went to our room, made a plan for the next day, and went to bed. Josh snores really loud, so I made him sleep on the other side of the room. Yes, I had brought earplugs, but after such a crazy day, and expectations of an equally crazy day to follow, I needed all the sleep I could get.
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