Sevilla day 11
It rains and rains, pours, and rains. Then the sky cracks open like an egg, dumps its yolk, and is whisked into blue skies for about an hour before the sun is scrambled. Here, eggs are for dinner. With french fries and chicken hotdogs. Chicken nuggets are more often than not chicken paste nuggets. Toast, and only toast, is for breakfast. Spaniards have yet to embrace the "to-go" cup and Starbucks is outrageously priced. Sloppy Joes is a pizza place. Every two days I venture to the supermarket on a mission to find the cheapest chocolate cookies to satisfy my cravings. I would kill for a cheeseburger.
my new room with a view:
my new room with a view: