Today, I am informed, is Tuesday. Making tomorrow Wednesday and the day of our departure from Seville to lands unknown. But first, a recap.

Rosey and I got back from Cadiz on Sunday. We decided to cut our visit to the city of waves and fiestas down to a day and a night for a number of reasons. Most prominant among them being the fact that every hostel was booked to the brim and overflowing with rowdy white kids come to get themselves a moderate shade of tipsy. No room for 2 extra white kids :(

Rosey and myself arrived with naught but the 50 pound bags on our backs. Noticing immediately that we would find no safe refuge for ourselves or our precious, precious things - we brainstormed.

Not wanting our night to be burdened, we considered stashing the gear in: 1) an abandoned apartment, 2) a construction site (believing that no work would be done by any sane contracting business the day after Saturday of Carnival (a reasonable assumption, Rosey)), 3) digging a hole on the beach and buring the bags - thus providing for a fun treasure hunt the following sometime.

Our solution: Just suck it up and wear the bags as part of our costume (we did need costumes), so we went as "the idiot american travellers who didn´t book in advance on a major holidy." Our image was accentuated with bits of paper streamers found on the ground and wine. And I put on my headlamp.

The night grew increasingly/decreasingly vivid. I won´t bore you with the details but regardless, we eventually found ourselves faced with our previous challange: where the hell to sleep.

Earlier, I had used my elf-eagle vision to spot a large sandy beach about .5-3 miles down the coast past the concrete breakers. However, now that it was night, my elf-eagle vision was completely useless (drat on the fate of things). We meandered down in the sorta beach direction eventually giving up on reaching the comfortable sand and turned downhill towards the water. A steep and eroading slope brought us down to a point where the concrete breakers (large and cubelike in form) thinned out to a simple seawall.

We spread out on the stones and glass for a wholesome slumber; awaking at various times to voices from above - obviously ill humored youth up to misdeeds. The next day we agreed that we had obtained the necessary experience to ding next level and that 3 euros for crusty bread was not in sync with our pretentions regarding food.