Bullfighting y Tapas

Due to the rain, we had a whole lot of time to discover the best of Sevilla's tapas, wine and cava. On one of our last days we spent the morning dodging the rain in the Plaza de Toros, Seville's bullfighting ring and the afternoon, late afternoon, evening, night eating our way around the city. Spain is having its own moral debate with history and tradition versus animal ethics. I don't feel inclined to weigh in, but I can say that the ring and museum were formidable in size, artifacts and idea.





From there, it may have got a little out of hand and a tad bit messy.
In the Jewish Quarter
our favourite tapas bar, La Gitana

The wine flowed, my Spanish got better and before we knew it we were three bottles in making friends with all the wait staff.


The end of the night is a blur of making friends with an American travelling solo, stumbling down the solemn Holy Thursday streets, getting lost in the same alleys over and over again and eventually making it back to Camas. The headache the next morning coupled with the photographic evidence told us we'd gone out on a high note.
But it was a struggle to enjoy much else for the few hours between checking out of the hotel and our flight.