Went on holiday to Sevilla. Our flight was at 10:00 and it departed on time, bucking the trend of our past trips. I sat in the middle seat for a change, left the window seat to my wife. To my left sat a normal-looking girl that however spent the entire flight watching some capeshit on her tablet. I had no idea non-nerdy girls watched that stuff. She also ate mentos like tic tacs. I spent the flight reading "The Road" by Cormac McCarthy instead - incredibly grim read. My wife read a book by Cesare Pavese.
We took the bus to the city centre and arrived at the apartment around 2pm after a short walk. It was a small but cute apartment which smelled nice, with lovely door-sized windows that faced a building covered in ivy. We got settled and left the apartment around 3pm to take a walk around a city, get acquainted with it. We wandered through the historical quarters, saw the Cathedral from the outside, the walls to the Alcazar, the countless horse-drawn coaches and some gardens lined with orange trees. All the horses were fitted with blinkers, which made me sad for them.
We stopped at Bodega Las Columnas to have a glass of house white and eat something, as we hadn't had lunch yet. We shared a couple of montaditos and a tapa of fried boquerones. I loved the place, it reminded me of the places I used to frequent when I was in uni. After that we wandered some more around the town and its endless narrow roads squeezed between beautiful coloured buildings. Having wandered back to the cathedral we stopped again, this time at Maestro Marcelino for an aperitif. We drank two glasses of wine there:a Flor de Édalo, a semi-dulce blend of Zalema and Moscatel grapes, and a Clavellina, a rosado of Syrah. You must know that I approached our wine-drinking very methodically during this trip for the first time in my life, as I want to develop a better sense for wines; so I took notes of (most) everything we drank and recorded little notes about taste and smell (something which amused my wife several times). I will spare you the notes. As we were still peckish we also ate some Jamon Iberico, the proper kind that melts in your mouth, and some pleasantly soft Carne Mechá (I am trying to keep track of the accents but it's too much work; yes, I know 'jamon' has one, I just can't be bothered).
We went back home to get ready for dinner and I went down to the supermarket to grab a couple of wine bottles to keep in the fridge and a big bag of picos (a type of short breadsticks); these were to become a leitmotif of the trip, as they are offered everywhere and everytime. We went ouf for dinner at a restaurant close-by called El Traga. It looked fancy (say, fancier than what we were wearing) but the clientele was just average randos like us. We had: croquetas manchego y pato (duck), an artichoke opened up like a flower served on a sauce (I forgot what it was), a bao bun stuffed with rabo de toro (oxtail) and kimchi mayo, and braised octopus served on squid ink cous-cous. We drank a bottle of Marques de Villalua because it was a blend of Sauvignon with those Zalema and Moscatel grapes we loved in the aforementioned Flor de Édalo.
After the restaurant we went home to rest and fell asleep on the sofa watching Dragonball Super in spanish on TV. It was 2:45am when we dragged ourselves to the bed.