Friday, May 22

We miss you Grandpa Jim!

I was in need of a haircut, but I was afraid to get one.  The reason I had this fear is that the majority of under retiree-aged people in Sevilla have gorgeous long hair.  Not me.  I was afraid that the majority of hairdressers wouldn't know how to give me a good super short haircut.  I asked 2 moms at school with short hair where they go.  Ultimately, I decided to try the place that's closer.  I'm really glad that I did because I got a GREAT haircut.  Next month I'll try getting my color done there.  I hope that I'll be as thrilled with the outcome.

I wanted to surprise Scott with a Futbol Club Sevilla soccer shirt.  I found the team store and I was overwhelmed with the options.  This is just one of many shirts I saw that I think he'll like.  We'll go back together to pick one out.  

From there I wandered around in search of a cute place for coffee.

I found one next to this hotel that also has flamenco dancing.

Here's the view down the walkway along the restaurant and to the hotel.  Super cute.

Plants hanging on the window covers.

The place may be called Cuesta del Bacalao.  

Then again, it may be called Meson Don Raimundo.  

My cafe con leche.

Pretty building in a nearby plaza.

After picking up the boys for lunch, we went over to Rosa's doorway and sat down for our 15 minute wait for her.  We were sitting next to Asun, a mom that I'd met the 2nd day of Rosa's mini olympics.  I shared with her that Devon had lost his cat the day before and she suggested that I text via the classroom WhatsApp group, that his cat was missing.  Since Cody has an identical cat, we took a picture of Cody's cat and asked everyone to look in their children's backpacks.  But then she also told me about a non-religious Spanish tradition, to pray to Saint Cucufato to ask for help in finding the lost item.  This supersticious act is hilarious!

While Cody had the chance to choose the restaurant the day before, there was a lot of drama due to my lack of cash, and so he sort of had the chance to select the restaurant again, though it was also my turn to decide.  We had a mutual place in mind that we wanted to try, Restaurante El Pequeno Almirante.  What a great find for us.

My burrito dish.

Cody and Devon at the table.

Rosa excited about her mini hamburgers.  

Salmorejo sauce in the middle.

Devon enjoying lunch.

Cody enjoying lunch.  They didn't have fried eggs on the menu, but the waiter was still able to have some cooked up for both Rosa and Cody.

Scott finished work early, because it was Friday, and so he was able to meet me for a quick date.  We went to La Azotea for a drink.  It's a restaurant we've been meaning to try.  We were at the bar and the person sitting next to me (Eduardo Blanco) had an American accent.  It turns out that he's Spanish, but he's a concierge and gives English-speaking people tours in Sevilla and around and thus his English-speaking accent is American-ized from all of the Americans he's toured around over the years.  And he was there with a Canadian friend, Shawn Hennessey, who's been living in Sevilla for 20+ years and her profession is giving tapas and/or wine tours. They were a wealth of information on places to eat and places to visit.

Our drinks at La Azotea.  

Next thing you know, Pilar, a mom from the boys' class, walked up to us to say hi.  La Azotea is a very small restaurant, and yet we hadn't seen her and she hadn't seen us, and we'd been there for at least 30 minutes at this point.  She was having a late lunch with her husband.  Again, Sevilla is becoming a smaller and smaller town, in a good way, as we bump into people we know.

Scott went off to pick up the kids from school, and I relaxed watching an HGTV show via youtube.  Then the kids all watched movies and I took a nap.

Around 7:45pm we headed out for dinner.

And we came upon another processional.  This is for a female saint who's day is around this weekend.

Little boys dressing up as paso carriers.

Little girls in the processional dressed up in the colors of the saint.

Older girls in the procession, those that have had their communions.  Communions are at around age 10.

Mobs of people and the paso coming down the street.

Flag carriers taking a rest.

After watching the paso go by, we went to dinner at Duo Tapas at the top of Alameda de Hercules.  The atmosphere and service were great.  And my food was delicious.  But the meats that we ordered were very undercooked.  We'd probably go there again, but not order meat.

We headed home and everyone was tired and went to bed.