Day 5 - Lisbon, Sevilla

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It was a long hellbus ride from Lisbon to Sevilla (not that bad I guess. Certainly nothing like Tangier to Asliah. Stay tuned) Once we got into the bus station, it was a bit of a walk to Hostel One with our packs. Like 500 miles or maybe 1/4 mile or some where in between.
The guy running the hostel was nice. He pointed out on a map some good places to check out. I like map. I am a mapaholic. I drink them up. I like looking at maps just for fun on my front porch with a mint julep and a corncob pipe.
We wandered around town a bit. We are expert wanders with Merril shoes. The streets were crowded! Absolutely packed. It was a wonder to behold. I was simultaneously utterly befuddled and entranced by the spectacle. It was Saturday afternoon/evening, I guess that's just how it is. Everyone out for a Spanish stroll. That's how they roll. That's how we rolled (with the added air of social anxiety and claustrophobia. I guess we're not Spanish quite yet.) It was pretty incredible, the entire city centre was sardine central.
We were much hungry so we stopped into a bar/cafe and ordered a couple Cruzcampo cervezas. After a couple minutos we looked around and noticed that everyone around us was eating churros and drinking hot chocolate and also dipping churros in the chocolate and also eating them and also being generally happy. "This," I thought, "is a blessed place and I also shall partake in this glorious sweet feast for my lips and my heart."
I said to the barman, "chocolates and churros por favor." Then he asked how many and I said, "un chocolate y dos churros." Or something like that. I am quite fluent the the espanyol language, you know.
Then we shared a small glass of hot chocolate and a massive plate of churros (8). Oops. Something happened there. The Barman, must not have understood Spanish very well.
I think I had some problem trying to find a place to use the restroom that night. That was a reoccurring theme. I broke my bladder in Prague once and have never been them same. I hope my bladder doesn't fail me in the pulpit some day. That would be muy unbueno.
Later, after the toilet situation was squared away we ate yummy tapas: puerros al gatin, queso de cabra gratinado, solomillo a la mostoza, y daitiles con beicon. Yumtown espanoles. muy delicioso. tambien.
Later still, we went to a place called la carbonera. it was an old coal factory, but was turned into a flamenco bar. We listened to some music and watched a dancer do her thing. It was great. da dada da da dada da da dada da. clapclapclapclap. yougettheidea.
then we drank sangaria. then we looked at an old church that used to be an old mosque. then we went to bed.