After a couple of days in Amsterdam, it was time to figure out where to go for the remaining part of my trip. I’ve never been to Spain, and driving up the southern coast toward Barcelona seemed like it would be a good way to see the country. So I caught a cheap flight to Madrid, rented a car, and headed out to Sevilla.
I only spent one night in Sevilla before moving on, but it was beautiful. The town doesn’t get going until very late. I’d been warned about this, but I didn’t really appreciate how late. I headed to dinner about 8 in search of tapas, only to be told that the kitchen wasn’t open yet. By about 9pm, things started to open up, but byh midnight the whole town was alive! It was a weeknight, and the streets were filled with people, including families taking their kids to the playground. It seems like the schedule is just shifted because at 9:00am the next morning, it felt like a ghost town.
