Just like that, we are back in Amsterdam. We are we for only a few hours more, as LeeAnne has to go home this morning. It has been such a fun ten days with her, and I feel as if I have been on holiday for about a month. To have a sister as a best friend is perhaps the greatest thing ever.
Also great: Sevilla. Tapas. Walking back from dinner at midnight, in October, in short sleeves and not being cold. Palm trees. The Alcazar Palace and gardens. Gothic, gothic, gothic! Unexpected bull rings. Signs with chefs on them. Signs with three-dimensional shoes on them. Charming alleyways. Jasmine and other mysterious nighttime flower smells. 
A man almost falling down because he tripped while admiring you. Gelato. Salmorejo. Olivos. Cute, but raw, sausage. Jamon con hoofs on handy slicing stands. Dusty splendor. Spanish women swarming the gypsy fan seller and buying up the stock. Ladies who dress. Ladies who reminded us of our aunties. Small boys in short pants. Buying caramel-based snacks in the park on Sunday. Fried fish. Fried mushrooms. Fried squid with the eyeballs. Patatas bravas. Cute old men smoking wee cigars (with 
random facial hairs) who talk you up. Frightening cherubs. Close ups on the tile. Siesta. Relics with real bones. Catholic overabundance. Learning to use our camera features. Dusty feet. Vast hand gestures.Perhaps the best vacation I have ever had. More photos to come...
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