July 29, 2015
This morning after breakfast we went out to walk around some of the areas we had seen on the Hoppy Bus. Spain has been the host City of a few exhibitions. One of these was an Exhibition of the Americas. Mexico, Columbia, Brazil, and other South American countries participated and constructed buildings representing the architecture of their countries. Many of these are on the perimeter of a large park. So we wandered around and through the park looking at all the different buildings.
- America's Exhibition
Then it was time for laundry and siesta, so we would be able to stay up until midnight for our flamenco show that starts at 10 pm at La Casa del Flamenco. We napped a little, had some café, and read a little. Then we got ready to go to dinner before the show. We had decided to return to the scene of the great Langostino fiasco. Curious? It was slightly more embarrassing than my brine adventure in Istanbul. That, at least, was over in ten seconds. Well, ten minutes if you count Leea laughing so long and hard that she almost wet her pants.
The langostinos debauch involved me ordering langostinos for dinner in an outdoor patio when Leea and I were in Seville in 2009. I thought it was lobster that would come sitting on the shell it used to be in before being boiled. I had a sense I was in trouble when the waiter came out with a plate cover by a napkin and on that napkin lay about ten items that looked like surgical instruments. I was thinking, "I just want to eat the thing, I don't want to dissect it." Well, it turns out Langostinos are not lobsters at all but look like tiny miniature lobsters about three or four inches long. The waiter brought out a big pot with these things in a broth. Oh dear! Well, I had some pincher like things, so I thought, "I'll just pull them out of the broth and use the other surgical instruments to extract the meat." Hard enough to do on a great big lobster. It was impossible on these little critters. Leea sensed a disaster was about to happen but didn't know how to gracefully get out of the line of fire. To make a long story short, there were langostinos, and parts thereof, flying all over the patio and broth sloshing on the table. This turned out to be very entertaining to a number of other diners. The table was a disaster area. I think it was probably condemned that night. So tonight Leea wisely suggested that we have paella mixta. I agreed. It was yummy! And there was no mess.
We ate at 8:30 pm and at 10 pm went to the flamenco show. We didn't get there early, so we got seats in the third row. I like to sit in the front row so I can see the feet of the dancers when they get going really fast. But we were sitting on tall chairs so I thought it would be ok. Then a tall guy came and sat down in front of me who had the biggest head in the world. I mean it was huge. Like the heads in the Peanuts cartoons only adult size. I could hardly see the stage, never mind the dancers feet. So during the performance, I would lean to one side to see better and then he'd lean that way, so I'd lean to the other side and then he'd lean that way.
La Casa del Flamenco
You get the idea. After a while, I was wishing I had the langostino surgical instruments so I could just decapitate him. I kept telling myself that it wasn't his fault, he couldn't help it if he was born with the world's largest head. So, I didn't smack him in the head. He probably wouldn't have felt it or would have thought it was a fly. lol, Leea says I exaggerate, I can't imagine why. ;)
The show was great and the guitar player was phenomenal. The singer was a female. I have never seen a female singer in a flamenco show before and this year out of three shows two of them had female singers.
- La Casa del
Well, time to sleep we are off to Córdoba tomorrow and more adventures.
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