Sevilla

We arrived in Seville ready to take a taxi from the train station to our hotel, and discovered that, by law in Seville, no cabs will take 5 people. Eden had all of a sudden realized full person status. Who’s idea was it to have that third kid?

After bussing it across town we needed restoration. It didn’t take us long to find this old café with bull-fight advertising on the walls, made from hand-painted tiles. “Tre chocolates, por favor sigñor, por las niñas!” Or something like that.