Yesterday, we slept in late to make up for the last couple of days. We didn't leave the hostel until noon, but we still managed to be pretty productive. We got groceries, went to the Cathedral and climbed all the way up the tower. The view was amazing! We took lots of pictures and then went over to the Jardins de Alcazar. These gardens were sooo beautiful. We also went to the huge department store, El Corte Inglais, and ate Whoppers at Burger King. I know it's ridiculous to be gettin fast food while we're in Spain, but we were sooo hungry and we just needed something cheap and good. We did some laundry and then I called my boyfriend to have him book the next hostel for us. (Internet access here is very scarce, and very expensive). When I went to call him back, this creepy guy sat down by the payphone and kept looking at my legs. Eventually, he stood up and tried to get really close to Becky. So she moved to the opposite side of me and he followed. She walked a few steps away and he moved in behind me, but I didn't know it until he reached out and touched my butt. I turned around and pushed him away. Becky came back over and told him to go away in Spanish. After about a minute of yelling at him, he left. It wasn't too bad because we were in public and we could have run over to the restaurant 15 feet away. What really bothered me was that we were yelling at this guy and no one looked over. After that, I was pretty agitated and all I wanted to do was go to bed. But Becky wanted to go to a bar, so we walked around for a bit to find one. The guys kept saying stuff to us and staring. I got so fed up, so I just yelled out, "That's it! I am so sick of being hit on!" So we went back tot he hostel and drank more peach juice. Today, we mailed our packages home and almost died of heat stroke/exhaustion/drowning in our sweat on our way to the train station. Our backpacks are soooo heavy! So we bought our tickets to Madrid, which cost an extra 61 euro (on top of our Eurail pass). When we got to Madrid, we found out that the ticket to Paris would cost almost as much. That really sucks. I'm starting to wonder what the point of the Eurail pass was. So, what I learned from Sevilla: - There definitely are bad men out there. - Men are pigs. - Dye your hair and skin before going to Spain. It'll just make everything easier. - Hostal is like a mini-hotel. Nice, but impossible to meet people. - Use the compass! It is good. - Train tickets are expensive. - The internet is always wrong when it comes to train schedules. - Flamenco is so awesome. - Sangria is good. - People are less likely to speak English in smaller towns. - All tapas are great. - Always use the buddy system. - Places are much more fun when you meet new people.