We pick up a 3rd and wander Sevilla

Sevilla. After stops in Faro, Huelva, and a random rest stop/cafe between the two, we rolled into Plaza de Armas only a few minutes behind schedule. The poor driver of the bus to the airport was very confused as to why two backpackers who spoke no Spanish would want round trip tickets for that day. "Hoy? Ida y vuelta solo hoy!" "si, aja y aqui tambien, hoy. Yo sabe."
We got to the airport at 2:50, just in time to surprise Jone as she came off her plane. She expected us to be at the hotel, and a "kaixo, Jone!" as she headed for the exit made her spin around. The 3 of us rode back into town and unloaded our gear at the very nice Hotel Zenit (booked by Oma - muchas gracias!) in the Triana neighborhood on the south west side of the river.
Our first destination as we headed out was a heladeria recommended by Amy Ubungen. It was less than a mile away and filled with the best and most unique helados we have had the entire trip. Jone had chocolate, Emily ordered a mocha flavour, and i tested a combination of Sevilla Cream (custard) and Viennese Cake - a sort of Linzer torte flavor. Between the delicious sweetness and 100* heat, our treats didn't last long. 

the BEST helado yet! Thanks, Amy!

We had a map but no real idea of the importance of anything we were seeing, so we wandered that afternoon and simply explored historic Sevilla. We spent a while in the beautiful Plaza de España and the surrounding gardens, where the trees and heavy brick walls offered a little protection from the sun. The ones who had the worst of it were the carriage horses, who stood without shade waiting for passengers. There were also a few crazy runners out and about... One of whom, a PT, asked us to help him with a knot in his back. Jone and I walked on it for a minute - one of the stranger parts of the day, but he felt better afterwords. 

Look who we found! [Plaza de Espana]

Happy girl with her Tortilla

Foot weary, sweaty, and hungry, we went back to the hotel and relaxed for a few minutes before searching out a place to eat in Triana. The temperature had dropped by 730 so we ate outside at a bar. There was not enough room on the table for all we ordered - a cheese plate, salmorejo and jamon laden bread, tortilla patata (much to Emily's delight), bread, another tapa, and a pitcher of Sangria. 

We finally collapsed into bed after showers and slept wonderfully (AC!) until our alarm went off in the morning...