The curse of Valencia continued after my last entry. Somehow, we made it out alive. When we went through security at the train station, they pulled us aside and told us we didn't have the right tickets. So this guy ran us over to a different room and they made us pay to reserve a spot on the train, even though it was already in the station, with plenty of open seats. So we paid the 6 euros to reserve it, then ran back to the train as it was pulling out. We both swore that the lady at the info desk was trying to trap us in Valencia forever. lol But we got on the train, and only ten minutes later ... it stops and starts going backward!!! We were freaking out. haha As it turns out, it was just one of the scheduled stops that was slightly out of the way. Before I continue, here is what I learned from Valencia: - Never listen to the evil-psycho-b****-ticket lady. She lies. - Double check all train times. - Plan ahead. The train schedule in Spain is pretty irradic. It's hard to predict how many trains are going where on any given day. - No matter how much time you allow yourself to do something, add half an hour to that. Always. - You have to rent the chairs at the beach. - Figure out the requirements for each type of train before getting in line. - Washing your clothes in the bathroom at the train station is a very productive use of time. - Don't sit down on the floor in the middle of the train station. They don't like that. - Always ask for a time table. Okay. So as soon as we got to Sevilla, the plan was to head straight to a hostel and book tickets at a flamenco show, but it worked out just the opposite. We were looking for a hostel and wandered by the cultural center, so we reserved tickets for the next show. The people at the center gave us directions for a decent hostel around the corner, called "Buen Dormir." It turned out to be really nice. We got the room on the top floor, so it opens onto the roof. We have our own little terrace out there. It's great. The flamenco show was fabulous. We didn't have great seats, but the show itself was so incredible. The dancer could move her feet so fast and seemlessly, I swear the clicking of her heels made one continuous sound. They had a singer and a guitarist and a male and female dancer. It really was one of the coolest things we've done so far. After the show, we went out for tapas and peach juice. Haha, we're so wild. We did end up going to another bar and getting some sangria, though. It's pretty much fruit punch and wine.