Sevilla is especially busy today because it’s a work holiday here in Spain (Constitution Day). There is also a holiday on Wednesday (Day of the Immaculate Conception). This produces what the people here call a “puente” or “bridge,” where lots of people get Tuesday off too. Hence, a super long weekend and perfect travel opportunity. Julia and I were scared away by the snow forecasts for Madrid and the Spanish air controller’s strike, and decided to have a “stay-cation” here in town. Here are some of the foodie adventures we got into while staying put…

Thurs. Night: Sushi…finally!

Since we’re close to the Sevilla airport, we get lots of guests passing through on their way to an early next-morning flight. Such was the case on last Thursday night. Our guest and a couple of her friends had plans to go to Japanese for dinner, and Julia and I tagged along. We hadn’t had sushi since we arrived in Spain! It was a welcome change from our usual fare.

Beautifully presented and great tasting!

We thought the mochi ball might resemble the Trader Joe’s frozen mochi ice cream. Sadly, it was a far far cry. Extremely chewy and tasteless except for the blizzard of shredded coconut coating it.

Fri.: Tattoos and some extraordinary sandwiches

Friday began with some excitement as Julia and I accompanied another language assistant, our friend Joanna, to get a tattoo! She had made her appointment about a month ago at a place near our apartment, and Friday was the big day! Having had little breakfast and with the tattoo finishing around 3pm, we knew we needed to get our friend some food. We returned to a place our neighbors took us to, called the Patio San Eloy. It has an exquisite tile-filled interior and fantastic sandwiches, and as the spaz that I am, I didn’t get pictures of either. However, I snapped a pic of our extremely cheesy “salad” we ordered…

A little lettuce with our 3 cheeses: brie, manchego and “queso fresco” (fresh cheese). In case that wasn’t enough dairy, the salad dressing is a runny tangy yogurt.

We capped the meal off with a stop at the most charming bakery in Sevilla, called La Campana. It was established in 1885, and the servers still wear pale blue and white old-fashioned uniforms reminiscent of soda shop outfits. We had some unique sweets from their impressive pastry case…

Pez de nata=cream fish. Not-too-sweet pastry sandwiching whipped cream.

Turquesa: rolled chocolate sponge cake with light piped cream on top

Once our freshly-tattooed friend was on her way, we met up with some of our neighbor’s friends (the neighbors are out of town), and they took us to a bar called Bodeguita Antonio Romero. Once there, they proceeded to order one after another of knock-out dishes. One of their favorites at this particular location is the piripi, a montadito, or little sandwich, made up of pork chop, bacon, cheese, tomato, lettuce and ali-oli (garlic-tinged mayo). Sound familiar? They tasted like fresh BLTs on mini baguettes.

A tapas order of piripis

Sunday: Taken by storm

A monstrous storm moved in on Sunday, covering the city in a blanket of hard rain, thunder and lightening. Julia and I attempted to make it to church in the morning, but missed our usual bus. Dampened by the prospect of arriving late and the pelting rain drops, we comforted our mishap with a trip to a little café under our apartment (literally, the first floor of our apartment building). Our goal is to try all of the places in our immediate proximity, so we were able to cross this one off our list. The decor is nothing special, but their chocolate had a good consistency (not too thick, not too thin) and their churros were light enough to not induce a chronic stomach ache for the rest of the day.

The Spanish language uses commands in many more contexts than the US. For example, this sign directs its reader to “Order chocolate with churros.”

Monday: To market nuns go

The convents in and around Sevilla had a special market this morning to sell baked goods for the approaching holiday season. We had to wait 15 minutes in a long line of Spaniards to just enter the market area. Tables wrapped around the periphery of the market hall were stacked high with boxes filled with all kinds of sweets, and people were grabbing them up quickly.

Some of the nuns’ more unusual baked goods

Julia and I made several laps before carefully deciding on our purchases. We brought home a variety cookie box and some mantas (fried dough dripping with honey).


Variety cookie box. I love the cartoon nun in the bottom right-hand corner!

Wishing everyone a sweet start of December!