You might want to sit down for this one… For the first time in ages, Betha was forced to separate this weekend. It was a devastating 4 days in both of our lives, but somehow we got through it. So, we are going to have to blog solo…. Twice the excitement for you guys to read!
Without our partners in crime in Mallorca for the weekend, Jess and I decided to take a trip to the south of Spain to see Sevilla and Granada. We woke up EARLY Friday morning to catch a 6 hour bus to Sevilla. Our hostel turned out to be the Ritz Carlton of hostels, complete with rooftop terrace and a pool. Even more luxurious, Jess and I had our own room with a balcony: the honeymoon suite for our romantic weekend together. We freshened up and then headed out to do some sightseeing. First we visited Seville’s Cathedral (the third largest in the world, according to Rick Steve’s). Apparently Christopher Columbus is buried there… probs not really him though. Next we walked to the Alcazar… check out the pictures, it must have been a tough life living there. After an afternoon of sightseeing, we headed back to get ready for a flamenco show. Sevilla is known as the home of Spanish flamenco, and the show was awesome from our front row seats. Back at the hostel, we hung out on the terrace and made some Swedish friends before heading out for a night on the town. First, we hung out in a plaza full of bars with people packed in the streets. After making some Spanish friends, we joined them at a bar/club, but the 40-something crowd clad in business suits wasn’t really our scene, so we made our way to another bar before heading in for the night.
The next morning we caught another early bus to Granada, but wishing we had more time in Sevilla. Our hostel was another palace… if you ever need to find a decent hostel anywhere, Jess Westlake is your girl. We found our way through the skinny streets, filled with shops with plenty of Moroccan influence, and headed up to La Alhambra. After a serious hike up the mountain, we arrived, out of breath, to check out another gorgeous palace. Jess and I plan on modeling our first homes after La Alhambra or the Alcazar. Check out the pictures, but they don’t do it justice!
Back at the hostel, we continued living the life with a 4 course feast cooked by some of our hostel friends. We also found out the hostel bar was hosting a "Transvestite Night" pregame that night. Fat and happy from our first meal of the weekend outside of PBJs on white bread, we showered, got ready, and watched the Rugby World Cup championship with our new Australian friends. It turns out, they had stayed at the same hostel as us the night before in Sevilla. Small world... literally! They had recognized us from Jess' vintage clothing the day before. Anyway, after the game, we enjoyed a hilarious and rowdy pregame with guys dressed as girls and girls dressed as ridiculous girls. Fortunately or unfortunately, Jess and I didn't dress in costume, but we still had a ball, then went out to spend the rest of the night at the club with our new friends.
Without our partners in crime in Mallorca for the weekend, Jess and I decided to take a trip to the south of Spain to see Sevilla and Granada. We woke up EARLY Friday morning to catch a 6 hour bus to Sevilla. Our hostel turned out to be the Ritz Carlton of hostels, complete with rooftop terrace and a pool. Even more luxurious, Jess and I had our own room with a balcony: the honeymoon suite for our romantic weekend together. We freshened up and then headed out to do some sightseeing. First we visited Seville’s Cathedral (the third largest in the world, according to Rick Steve’s). Apparently Christopher Columbus is buried there… probs not really him though. Next we walked to the Alcazar… check out the pictures, it must have been a tough life living there. After an afternoon of sightseeing, we headed back to get ready for a flamenco show. Sevilla is known as the home of Spanish flamenco, and the show was awesome from our front row seats. Back at the hostel, we hung out on the terrace and made some Swedish friends before heading out for a night on the town. First, we hung out in a plaza full of bars with people packed in the streets. After making some Spanish friends, we joined them at a bar/club, but the 40-something crowd clad in business suits wasn’t really our scene, so we made our way to another bar before heading in for the night.
The next morning we caught another early bus to Granada, but wishing we had more time in Sevilla. Our hostel was another palace… if you ever need to find a decent hostel anywhere, Jess Westlake is your girl. We found our way through the skinny streets, filled with shops with plenty of Moroccan influence, and headed up to La Alhambra. After a serious hike up the mountain, we arrived, out of breath, to check out another gorgeous palace. Jess and I plan on modeling our first homes after La Alhambra or the Alcazar. Check out the pictures, but they don’t do it justice!
Back at the hostel, we continued living the life with a 4 course feast cooked by some of our hostel friends. We also found out the hostel bar was hosting a "Transvestite Night" pregame that night. Fat and happy from our first meal of the weekend outside of PBJs on white bread, we showered, got ready, and watched the Rugby World Cup championship with our new Australian friends. It turns out, they had stayed at the same hostel as us the night before in Sevilla. Small world... literally! They had recognized us from Jess' vintage clothing the day before. Anyway, after the game, we enjoyed a hilarious and rowdy pregame with guys dressed as girls and girls dressed as ridiculous girls. Fortunately or unfortunately, Jess and I didn't dress in costume, but we still had a ball, then went out to spend the rest of the night at the club with our new friends.
Sunday morning, we woke up to check out of our hostel and enjoy some leftovers from the night before. Risotto for breakfast is the new cure for the hangover... who knew? We spent Sunday with our Australian pals on a self-guided tour of Granada, which led us on another steep hike to a breathtaking view of the city. We took a few paparazzi snapshots of the gypsies that live in the mountains... their houses may lack 4 solid walls but they sure don't lack creativity. Unfortunately, it was time to go, but it was tough to end such an awesome weekend. After another hideously long bus ride, we had a tearful reunion with Meg and Bec back at MC's and stayed up exchanging stories of our weekends. According to Megan and Becca, Jess and I have an incredible trip ahead of us this weekend in Mallorca... can't wait!
3 comments:
Sounds like a great trip Beth! I personally would have done a little more investigating to solve the mystery of whether Christopher Columbus was burried in Sevilla, but I guess you really have never been a Nancy Drew. Thats sweet that you saw a live Rugby gameon tv, have you seen any Futbol matches in person yet? If not, stop being a SLACKER. I need to live my fantasies through you since I'm stuck in here and one of them is seeing Real Madrid play in person. Ha but in all seriousness I'm glad you are having a swell time abroad and I'm equally glad that you have started a countdown to the Semi Annual Date. Keep reppin' the States!
hate to say it...but ur hopes of becoming a great oceanographer like myself...are only deams. reaching for the moon right now girlfriend...maybe ull land in the stars tho and be a good scientist. (booooring) anyway...raul gave me personal lessons...u probs wont have such luck. anyway...i sure did miss you tthis weekend and cant wait for amsterdam. blogging alone is jsut not the same
the A part of betha
Another amazing adventure! You girls are living the life! I'm so happy for you. Think of all the wonderful tales and information you will have to pass on to your children! And one day you can take your family back to Europe and play tourguide . . . not like your lame, formerly unemployed, college drop-out mother! (Can I come too?!)
I love your stories, and I LOVE YOU!!!! It's all wonderful . . . but I can't wait for you to come home to me/us!!!!
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