Excuse me ma’am, there’s cake on your passport
On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me in Sevilla, we only had time for breakfast before we were off to the train station. The cafes weren’t open as early as we were hoping…but that’s what you get when you’re vacationing in a country that values siestas over commerce (sounds harsh, but 1 in 5 Spaniards are unemployed, so don’t bother arguing the stats). Carmela’s refused to seat us, even though they were a mere 5 minutes from opening and their outside seating was already set. Whatever. We walked four steps… Read more >