Note: This is a journal entry — it was written on paper or on my computer, then transferred to my website, maybe years later.

I’m in the hotel Muralla in Sevilla.  Me and Ryan stayed up for a few hours drinking beer, smoking cigarettes, talking and laughing the whole time but we didn’t realize the sound was carrying through the hotel.  Just got a huge bang on the door so I knew it was time to go to my room and shut the fuck up.  When we opened his door there was nobody there!!  I guess the night clerk banged on the door and bolted back downstairs so he wouldn’t have to actually yell at us.  I hope we don’t get in trouble for this, ‘cuz we’re supposed to spend another couple of nights here!!  Uhhhhh…. sorry?  Lo siento, no sabiamos que fuimos haciento tanto ruido!!

Andy brought us into Seville around noon or one.  I wasn’t able to do any laundry at his house because he doesn’t have a dryer and it would’ve taken too long to air-dry the clothes.  So I just bagged them all up and he found us a lavanderia (washeteria) in Sevilla where I left my clothes to be washed.  I was supposed to pick them up tonight but never got around to it.

We’ve been running around Sevilla all day.  When we got here we went straight to this hotel to drop off our stuff.  Rafa met us there, he’s the owner of Green UFOs, the distributor / label that put together this Spanish tour for us.  He was accompanied by Ana, the gal who does promotions for them.  Our room wasn’t quite ready for us yet but we were able to stash our guitars and suitcases in a back room so we could go out and have some lunch, etc.  Stopped by the Green UFOs office, then went to a coffee bar so I could meet this guy and do an interview.  (I’m really not sure who he was or what the interview was for, oh well!) A photographer came by too, and took a few pictures of me and Ryan.  We then went to a little sidewalk cafe nearby and got some food with Andy (some tapas of various kinds, which were pretty good).  After that Andy went back to spend some time at home (he lives here in the suburbs of Sevilla).  Did you know that Sevilla is the home of the Macarena?  La Macarena is a neighborhood here, and it got its name from one of the local virgins.  (I guess every town has its own virgin to worship.)

After we parted ways with Andy, we got our rooms at the hotel and took a little nappy-nap.  Then Ana met us here and took me and Ryan to the offices of one of the town’s newspapers, I can’t remember the name, and I did another interview there while Ryan and Ana sat there.  That took about an hour, then we went back to Green UFOs so we could check our e-mail.  I was able to read it but then suddenly they announced they were going home and told me I could continue my internet work tomorrow.  Fuck, I didn’t even get to write to John or nothin’!  I’ll have to call him tomorrow.  At least I got to talk to him yesterday.  I only had 32 messages in my inbox, and most of them were real, thanks to the filtering prowess of SpamCop.  :-)

After that, Ana was going to take us somewhere to eat but she had to meet up with a friend of hers to talk about school stuff.  (She works and goes to school too.) I can’t remember the girl’s name now but she was real nice.  Couldn’t speak any English but that didn’t matter.  They took us to an outdoor cafe place, I think it was called Antonio’s, but it also had the Spanish word for "snail" in the name… what is it?  Can’t remember.  Ana said it was the best food she knew of, and the cheapest prices too.  She ordered for us, a bunch of plates of tapas.  There was all kinds of stuff… calamari and french-fries and pieces of lomo and some sort of fried fish balls that had been cooked with vinegar and lemon.  It was all SO yummy.  She was right about the prices too; for me and Ryan it only cost like twelve Euros.  Mmmmmm.

After the dinner we were talking about maybe going to this place where we could watch some flamenco dancers, but I was getting kind of tired so I begged off.  Ryan was okay with going back to the hotel too, so he got directions from Ana on how to get there.  I guess this was the first time we’d been left to our own devices in this country… but Ryan has an internal compass like you wouldn’t believe, so I had no worries that we’d find our way back.  On the way we found a little store open, where we bought some supplies… a couple of liter bottles of beer, a Kinder egg, a can of lemon Fanta.  Brought that back to the hotel and started drinking the beer and talking, and then came the big bang on the door.  I am now sitting VERY VERY quietly in my room, thank you very much!!  Heheh.  Oh dear, the whole tour’s ruined because Miss Frost’s cackle was heard throughout the hotel at 1:30 in the morning!  Well, I’d be a sorry excuse for a rocker if I didn’t pull at least one bonehead move on this tour.  ;-)

Ryan’s learning Spanish so fast it’s incredible.  He’s parlaying his knowledge of French into an almost immediate comprehension of Spanish.  The fucker!!  Took me six years to learn.  Anyway, I’m trying to help him along.  At dinner he said something really funny that he didn’t mean to… he wanted to ask if parking was a problem in this town, but he said "Estoy una problema con parcar aqui?" ("Am I a parking problem here?") We got a good laugh out of that one.  Later in the hotel I was teaching him some words that all kind of sound alike, and it turned into a joke that only got funnier and funnier as the evening rolled on., which is why we were laughing so hard that the hotel guy got so pissed.  It all amounted to nonsense shit.  He’s very proud of what he’s learned though.  He wants to surprise Andy with the following phrase:  "Cagé en una caja en la calle callado y comi un coño de conejo." Which might mean, "I shat in a box in the street quietly and I ate a rabbit’s cunt." LOLOLOL!!!!!  I am such a terrible influence on the boy.  :-D

One of the other jokes of this tour is that Ryan is a cheapskate.  It’s not really true, but the rumor got started and now it keeps getting funnier and funnier.  His new nickname (ONLY for the duration of this tour, please!) is "Dusty Billfolds".  We told Ana and her friend about that, and they were laughing about it too.  Every time he gets out his wallet he blows on it and we all start coughing and waving our hands in front of our faces like we’ve been covered in dust.  We said all his coins are so old they’re getting rusty.  Hee hee!!

Ryan got a haircut this morning (=yesterday) in the little village close to Andy’s weekend house (Castilblanco de los Arroyos).  It was only four euros and change, and I picked up the tab, since Ryan’s wallet is glued shut.  (Just kidding!  I just wanted to do something nice for him, so I said "it’s on me, dude!" Very good haircut too.  The guy even shaved the little hairs off his EARS for him.