Spain: Sevilla!

We woke up in the morning, and barely made it to our train in time. The ride was quick, and arriving in Sevilla was a thrill. The taxi ride was wild and reckless as we dodged in and out of alleys at full speed! After dropping off some bags at David's hotel, we went on to breakfast (for the second time that day). Shortly after this, we made our way to the cathedral, but couldn't see much of it as it was Sunday during mass.
On the way in, Kelly and I were approached by some women who said they had gifts. They began to bless us and placed leaves in our hands before we knew what was going on, and I tried to tell them we had no money but got hushed and kept my mouth shut. They told our fortunes and kissed our foreheads, and patted our purses with their hands out. When we insisted our lack of change, they grabbed their twigs back and spat at us. So muhch for gifts!
We then stopped for tapas and beer, and explored a local flea market. Next to that were permanent food market stalls, all named after their owners. From here, we walked to the Palace de Pilatos, which was David's idea. Every surface of the VERY old palace was lined with beautifully intricate tiles, and pretty amazing to behold.We strolled through the gardens listening to the cooing of doves from the rooftops until our tour of the furnished upstairs began. None of the windows had glass in them, and there was a light breeze running through the halls. The upstairs had some frescos and a Goya painting, which I got very excited about!
From here, we took another rollercoaster taxi to the bullfighting ring, el Plaza de Toros de Sevilla. We bought tickets for 12 euros, David went back to the hotel to rest and Corey, Kelly and |I enjoyed beer and tapas in a nearby "bar" until the fights began. At 7:00 sharp, we entered the dilapidated white building with yellow-orange trim and fine orange dirt on the ground. We sat down in our seats at the small arena, noticing that the small part of the crowd that showed was mostly tourists, and mostly SASers. The band, dressed in all white, played wavering, classic Spanish music to introduce the geared up horses, their riders, and the 12-15 matadors that followed in a formal arrangement. Shortly after this, the first bull entered the ring. He was black and shy and confused, and we realized that the only way to take in the experience would be to check our morals at the door and know that the bull's fate had already been decided. To spare the details, there were 6 bulls total, each one spent about 20-30 minutes in the arena and was dragged out in no kind of a respectful way. We stayed for 3, and decided we had seen enough.
Then we went to pick up David, and went out for dinner in the Jewish district near his hotel (which was called the houses of the Jews). Here, I ate the best meal I had in Spain. After this, we wandered trying to find some clubbing nightlife to no avail. On our way home, we finally found a club that was open until 6 am and filled with people about 23-30 years of age. We found ourselves a table in the corner, spent WAY too much money on drinks, chatting and laughing until 5 am.