Well ladies and gents, I found them.
My spanish shoes. I was just walking around, innocently minding my own business when Brian and I came upon the Camper store. THERE'S A CAMPER STORE!
It's full of...beautiful shoes. And, well, as I'm sure you can all imagine, it was love at first sight.
Following my conquest, we walked into the Alcazar, which is what it says on the map. Not exactly sure what the story is there, but it's a beautiful part of the city with a giant cathedral, fountains, plazas and yellow & pink buildings. But not cheesy yellow and pink - perfect yellow and pink.
We also found a small tapas bar with an inner courtyard and ate some more great food. I'm happy to report that the gazpacho here DOES taste like the gazpacho I make at home...except that it's puréed to a pulp. I'm on the hunt for the best flan, so needless to say we eat lots of dessert.
So aside from eating and walking, we don't really do much! It's perfect! Brian has mastered the art of mimicking my walk - it's not exactly flattering, but it's a little bit hilarious in its likeness. We were walking to find café con leche this morning, and he stopped me in the street, jutted his head out in front of him and commenced walking at triple speed, arms swinging.
Yep, that's me.
Okay, up, up and away we go!