Arriving into the centre at our usual time of early afternoon (we so lazy), we took a trip to Casa de Pilatos. According to Yannick, the palace was "apparently named after Ponchas Pilot who killed Jesus or something, so he's pretty famous". Yeah nah, mate. To start with, his name was Pontius Pilate, and he actually tried to stop the crucifixion of Jesus, but he didn't try all that hard because he didn't want to be condemned himself.
That night, our last in Seville, we dined on tapas and sangria. In the morning we woke at the ungodly hour of 9:30am and the rest of the city was still asleep. We said our goodbyes to Manuel, who was a good guy and a good host. He liked to say "well!" meaning all manner of things (it was translated from the Spanish word "bale" which seems to generally mean "okay" but is used in so many ways), was proud of his beer collection, and used the word "curious" instead of 'interesting'.
Today's post was almost called: Too Many Cushions Spoil the Couch