I got to the hostel, checked in, and took a quick breather before realizing if I sat still for any longer I'd be asleep before I knew it. Since I didn't want to start off the trip with a totally screwed up sleep schedule, I got up, changed into some clean clothes, and went exploring the riverwalk near our hostel on the Paseo de Cristobal Colon (who departed from Sevilla on his first excursion to the Americas, so there's quite a few things named after him up here). I saw the Plaza de Toros (the big, pretty bullfighting ring I posted a photo of on instagram), wandered around looking for a place for dinner, and just generally got oriented while the sun set over the river.
Once it did (most restaurants don't even open for dinner until at least 8pm), I went looking for grub and found a restaurant near the hostel that looked good. I walked in, ordered, looked around, and saw three different Rick Steve's guides scattered around various customer's tables. I checked when back at the hostel and sure enough he had recommended it, which was funny to find out and a good sign of the food to come. I got a big wheel of warm cheese and honey and jam, along with olives and what I think is some weird form of almond. I also got a strange potato-and-shrimp salad that was tasty, but strange and seemed to be mostly made of mayo.
Warm goat cheese, honey, marmalade, pumpkin seeds, dried cranberries. |
Sunset behind the cathedral, from my hostel |
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