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Tuesday, December 2nd "Non-stop relaxing Sunday in Sevilla, including three San Buenaventuras!; Meetings and more meetings; Still no ceiling; Apartments" We spent a day out
on Sunday wandering around Sevilla. I think we covered about 75% of the
center. Leaving around 10am we ate at San Buenaventura the customary breakfast
of 2 cafes con leche, tostada entera con mantequilla
and tostada con aceite y serrano. The same thing every weekend
- ordered before we even sit down as they know us well there - with the
Sunday paper. We headed to the river by way of Plaza Magdalena and Calle
San Eloy, then walked along the paseo for a bit. Took pictures
of the Torre del Oro, the Met with a number of people this week - various study abroad program directors and staff, person working on the student guide, owner of another Sevilla site to talk about some possible future projects, a (hopefully) new client, web designers and a few others. It's been non-stop and doesn't promise to slow down. Our ceiling in the bathroom is also going non-stop. Non-stop nowhere as we've still no heard a thing from the people who should be here fixing it right now. Another day or two and it will be time for calls 2 to 3 times per day, or even more. We won't give up! With the ceiling issues we are more determined to find a new apartment. We've seen three - a 2 bedroom, 2 bath in our building for 570€, a 3 bedroom next door with a ton of space and exactly what we would want but for 600€. We wouldn't have to pay electric for air conditioning, heat or hot water as it is all central, but it's still too expensive. Finally another in Triana for 540€. Tomorrow we will see two, one on Calle Sol and another overlooking the 25 year old pit where the Mercado de Encarnación will someday be built. These are cheaper, but the part of Calle Sol where the one is located is a bit sketchy. A while ago it was pretty dangerous, and while it's gotten better it's still not the safest place. A trip there at 10:30 last night had enough strange people - and the bad kind of strange - that we have our doubts. |