Last night was our last in Seville and after another hot, long day, our wandering quad chose to sit down to a good meal – or three – and lived out the rest of the day in local fashion. The appeal of going back to La Azotea for the memorable pulpo and ice-flake rich sangria was tempting enough to bring us back there a second time, as well as another trip for Mamaracha‘s goldfish bowl-sized G&T and deadly paparacha potato slices. As all good things come in threes, a stop at Ovejas Negras was also arranged, and as has been the norm, everything was easily wolfed down. The pulpo dish we had at La Azotea wasn’t available but was kindly replaced with another version by the apologetic chef in addition to a couple of new plates we hadn’t tried. Mamaracha was unfailingly consistent, and crazy-busy Ovejas Negras, while strangely open even though the cooking staff hadn’t come in yet, served a mean version of their pulpo and patatas bravas, and some satisfying chicken wings.
It was already past 11 p.m. as we made our way back to the hotel on a very nice, cool evening, and after extended goodbyes to our traveling companions, Jess and Gino, who were headed back to Switzerland, it was the end of yet another great day in Andalucia. When we got up this morning, we had more than enough time to get ready, have breakfast, and cab it to the airport in time for our flight. Mucha gracia, Sevilla, it has been a surprising wonder and a pleasure.