Swimming pool.

After spending around three hours in el Alhambra I wondered back to the hotel, checked out and spent the afternoon at the swimming pool. I felt so guilty for the whole thing, thinking someone was going to come and drag me out. But no. Obviously.

Then I trecked back to the train station. The train was packed with some of the loudest Spanish people. They were standing up, shouting it was like a zoo. But after three hours I finally arrived in Sevilla. Just enough time to pop back home, shower, cream myself (I was slighty red) and go to bed.

The next day I was off to Toledo at 0500 AGAIN.