Our last night in Seville was one of those magical nights that you never want to end because they are so perfect.
England won the soccer, we found the bull restaurant with the delicious artichokes that I love, and the weather was perfect. Nic indulged on ox tails and sardines for his last Spanish meal.
He was so happy.
Wanting the night to linger, we sat in the square beside the Cathedral and listened to locals play. Everything about that night was magical.
It was almost midnight when we wandered back to the hotel. Knowing we had a long day of driving ahead of us, the next day, we reluctantly we went to bed.
Some things in Spain, like the Continental Breakfasts in our hotels just need memorializing. Day’s Inn breakfasts will never quite feel sufficient going forward. We have been ruined, America.
I loaded up on food knowing we had a long drive and knowing who Nic and I are as people, I knew I had to make this breakfast count. Nic was really full from all of the ox tails. The rest of our day went off without a hitch. We drove to Madrid, returned Ramona, took a shuttle to the airport and then a shuttle to our hotel, and watched more soccer.
I carried my Moroccan plate through the airport in Madrid, Dallas, and Denver without incident. Nic and I had bets on whether it would make it home. We were met the boys, two happy dogs, and new neighbors when we tumbled up the stairs much later July 2nd.
I had just 12 hours to unpack, do laundry, repack, and get on the road to Arizona. It has felt like a whirlwind. I have so many things to say about our trip, and reflections to share. But not yet. I am currently knee deep in a family reunion.








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