Sunday, November 14, 2010

Plasticities: Serpenteado Por Los Calles de la Ciudad Antigua

A metallic ringing noise jolts him awake.
He looks around: it's dark. It's always dark in that room. It can't be long after 5 a.m., which makes last night's sleep more like a power nap.

Shirts, pants, socks, all stuffed into a bag. Hoody. iPod. Snacks. Camera. (Never forget the camera). No checklists, no last minute panic attacks. Packing for a trip of this duration has become second nature. They're up before the sun (yet again) and the apartment is silent, save for the sounds of shuffling feet and rumbling stomachs...

The metro ride to the train station drags on for an eternity. Próxima estación...

"Café con leche y un cruasán chocolate." He hits play and Radiohead's "There There. (The Boney King of Nowhere)" drowns out whatever it is that blonde girl next to him might be saying. 5 hours is a long way...

Approximate Speed: 298 Km/h.
Estimated Time of Arrival: 2 horas 52 minutos...

Somewhere between Juan Trejo's El fin de la guerra fría and blankly staring out along the Spanish countryside, he arrives at his final destination in one piece.



Our "4-star" hotel. I'm not sure how many stars the Spanish hotel rating system uses, but at least it was better than a hostel.



Something was happening...






Love padlocks.






Reales Alcazares.



I would do unspeakable acts to eat more of these churros.








The final CEA sponsored trip took us to Sevilla, Spain. This trip is cool for two main reasons: we get to take the high-speed train (AVE) , which turns a 14 hour train ride from Barcelona into a mere 5 hour ride. Secondly, Sevilla is located in the south of Spain, which means that the people are nice and their primary language is Spanish (unlike Barcelona). We had a relatively free trip, compared to other CEA sponsored trips, which gave us plenty of time to wander around the city and explore. While in Sevilla we tried more than a few different tapas places, at chocolate churros, partook in the botellón, and met a group of Spanish guys who dragged us to Club Fun at roughly 230 in the morning. It was an experience to say the least. I hope the pictures give some indication of how beautiful the south of Spain is. It has been a pleasure to visit each and every Spanish city thus far and Sevilla, with its delicious food and welcoming atmosphere, was no exception.

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