After a stint driving, Iain was ready for a cerveza and some down time in the passenger seat. We were cracking up when he brought these back to the car, poor guy. He was so excited the truck stop had mini Mahous that he wanted his picture taken, which is when we realized what kind of "cerveza" it actually was. It took him awhile after he had downed a couple to learn the meaning of "sin" on a beer can.
We arrived in Seville and were glad to finally drop off our van, the streets weren't exactly getting any bigger.
Our hotel was exactly how we felt about Seville on the whole, charming and beautiful. Honestly, we could have been content just lounging at our hotel with the rooftop pool, complimentary orange wine and assortment of musical instruments strewn about.
We did eventually leave the hotel though and yet another Spanish city proceeded to capture our hearts.
This squid ink pasta was everyone's favorite tapa in Seville, so much so that we had to come back for another round.
We pretended this street was named after us and posed by it every chance we got!