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Monday April 22nd



Monday morning we jumped on the bus bright and early after a breakfast...we drove for a long ways heading towards Sevilla making a stop at gas station a while into the trip and then making another stop later on in Cordoba where we saw this extremly old mosque...it was raining which was all too common during the trip and our tour guide for the city of Cordoba had this scary tooth growing behind his "grown up" teeth. The mosque can be seen on the post card online here...it was intersting but I feel like going and visiting churches all over europe gets tiring...i know they are really old and all and if the walls could talk they would never shut the hell up but still, it seems like whenever you stumble into a new european city, one of its main attractions is it church which is really similar to the church you just saw in the last european city you just left.



Okay so we saw this really cool church and got i nice little history with it...then we got back on bus and continued on towards Seville. When we arrived there we really needed to relax for a while to unwinde from our 5 hour bus ride. We hung around the room until an hour before diner and then went downstairs for a drink before diner. Around 9 something when we had finished diner we caught a taxi and headed for "centro ville" to try to find some of the bars recommended by Debi. We strolled along the river for a while before settling at this place on the river. After a couple beers sitting next to these really loud drunk american gilrs we decided to move on and we found another little bar, hung out there for a while before my parents decided to head back to the hotel. The town was really busy. there were people all over the place because these strange processions were going on. Monday night was the first night we saw any Klan uniforms. Anyway, my parents headed home and royce and i were going to try to find some of the bars recommended by debi. When I realized that we dont speak any spanish and didnt have any idea where we were or which direction we should be heading I started to think this was a bad idea. My parents were hailing a taxi when i heard some english being spoken behind me..I turnded around and asked these two girls if they knew where "alfalfa" was. They pointed us in the direction and told us to walk for 10 minutes. My parents jumped in the Taxi and Royce and I began our long journey in the begining phase of a light rainstorm.


After finding a closed "bar alfalfa" royce and i agreed that we had been walking for somewhere around 45 minutes to and hour. (10 minutes right) anyway, the bar was closed due to the rain, we found another pub really close and hung out there until around 2:30-3 and caught a cab home.

Oh yeah, I came into the our room and caught royce with the blow dryer pointed at his crotch...He shot himself with the bidea (i dont know how to spell that)