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Woke up hurting a bit and then headed out on another endless bus trip. Once in Cadiz, we stopped briefly at a little beach that was so perfectly photographable it was painful - just so authentic and quaint and real, for once. After a few minutes we had to get back on to the bus because, Lord knows, we were in desperate need of another tour. As soon as we got off the bus and into tour groups, I knew I just couldn´t stand there the whole time listening to Spanglish and wasting another beautiful day, so I walked away quickly and found my way to another beach. This one was a lot bigger, but still very pretty and there weren´t too many people, and almost no tourists. I found a spot and laid in the sand, soaking up the sun and listening to the waves crashing. It was sublime.
After about and hour and a half my friends called to say that the horrible tour was over and they were going to get food. I met up with them at a restaurant overlooking the ocean and had a delicious plate of paella, though I was a little suspicious of some of the creatures on my plate. This took quite a lot of time (Southern Spain is even slower than in Barcelona) so we pretty much headed back to the bus after eating. It was a long walk and we wondered through some side-streets, so by the time we got back to the buses it was time to go. Another 2 hours on the bus...
That night we had dinner at the hotel (not fantastic, but free always tastes just fine to me) and then decided to get tickets for a more professional flamenco show. We got to the flamenco place a little after it had started and got our complimentary drinks (vino tinto for me!). Flamenco is composed of three basic parts: the guitar player, the singer, and the dancer. They use a lot of clapping and stomping to make these really complex rythms that are hard to imagine they´re coming from hands and feet. The show was phenominal and really worth every penny - in fact I would have paid more. Sure, it´s a little cliche to go to a flamenco show in Sevilla, but do it anyway.
After that we headed out to some various bars and eventually ended up at a salsa bar. Luckily I had had enough wine and tequila to be comfortable dancing, though I can´t even begin to imagine what I looked like. The people there were very kind though, and tried to help me out, no matter how hopeless the cause. We danced the night away and got home around 4am.
After about and hour and a half my friends called to say that the horrible tour was over and they were going to get food. I met up with them at a restaurant overlooking the ocean and had a delicious plate of paella, though I was a little suspicious of some of the creatures on my plate. This took quite a lot of time (Southern Spain is even slower than in Barcelona) so we pretty much headed back to the bus after eating. It was a long walk and we wondered through some side-streets, so by the time we got back to the buses it was time to go. Another 2 hours on the bus...
That night we had dinner at the hotel (not fantastic, but free always tastes just fine to me) and then decided to get tickets for a more professional flamenco show. We got to the flamenco place a little after it had started and got our complimentary drinks (vino tinto for me!). Flamenco is composed of three basic parts: the guitar player, the singer, and the dancer. They use a lot of clapping and stomping to make these really complex rythms that are hard to imagine they´re coming from hands and feet. The show was phenominal and really worth every penny - in fact I would have paid more. Sure, it´s a little cliche to go to a flamenco show in Sevilla, but do it anyway.
After that we headed out to some various bars and eventually ended up at a salsa bar. Luckily I had had enough wine and tequila to be comfortable dancing, though I can´t even begin to imagine what I looked like. The people there were very kind though, and tried to help me out, no matter how hopeless the cause. We danced the night away and got home around 4am.
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