Sevilla Sevilla was beautiful. It wasn’t on my original path, but I found out that a friend from AZ was going there at the beginning of her Europe trip so we met in Madrid and took the train to Sevilla together. It started a little rough; I waited at the train station for Lani to arrive from the airport for our evening flight. About 50 minutes before our train was to leave, she called me to say that her flight had just landed. I went back to change to the next train to Sevilla to give her time. She called back soon to say that her luggage did not arrive and Iberia thinks her luggage was probably still in London. Since that was the 1st train of the night to Sevilla, I finally thought I was going to be a ‘real’ backpacker and spend the night on the floor of a train station. But I learned that they kick you out of the Madrid train station. So I had the choice of finding a park to sleep in or check back into my hotel in downtown. I’ll let you guess what I did. I have come to the realization that while I wanted to have a true backpacker experience; after checking out the ‘authentic backpackers’ in my travels so far, I am just a lady on vacation carrying a backpack. But, I smell much better than they do. When we were finally ready to catch the train to Sevilla, without Lani’s Luggage, I almost created an international incident trying to get it on the train. My dad’s birthday is coming up so I picked up this really cool replica of an antique Spanish sword/saber/dagger. Anyway, it was really pretty.
I took it thru security with me twice with no problem, but the 3rd time this security guy told me that I couldn’t take it on the train with me. Of course, now looking back on it, it is obvious why I couldn’t take a long sharp knife on the train, but at the time I was thinking . . . I have already taken it twice with no problem and NOW you want to confiscate it. He was kind of a jerk and told me he was going to throw it in the trash. It was expensive so I did not want him to throw it away (or keep it) so I left my bags inside security with my Lani, took the knife outside of the security area and gave it to the first nice person I came in contact with. The woman thought I was crazy, and Mr. security was not happy about it, but it was better than seeing it go in the trash. . .so anyway . . .happy b-day dad (remember, it’s the thought that counts).