Quiet, not the new book by Paul Coelho. But something better, at least for those who have experienced this situation like me. If you believe that my words can get bored, well, democracy docet, you can always change the channel. If instead you want to know briefly what one may feel that this sitting (not to say lying) on the terrace of a hotel in Sevilla tasting (if not eating greedily) covers before an amazing view and read this later . First, the river, peaceful, honest and selfless, almost all lit by a sun that would burn any type of rose. And a terrace with white chairs, giant, where he could put on hold for ten years.
But not now … … Now you can not because it's time for tapas. It may seem strange that an anonymous guest at an elegant hotel in Seville is sitting all morning to eat small portions closely the Andalusian cuisine. Believe me, is a mystical experience. Cross avidly a piece of tortilla with onions, so bright and smart, and then look slowly to the Torre del Oro and note either the same color, the same pride.
And now it's time for a plate of prawns with garlic, sweet flavor and crisp, the color pink as the skin of a French woman. And the stomach that says "still" and the head answers "sure!". And it could also pass the time of the Stuffed Mushrooms, a noble armor ready to protect the fresh mushrooms and three brave soldiers called savory garlic, peppers and onions. It's a win-win battle, while the river continues her song of joy. And then there's a calm sea of gazpacho, squid rings and precious y. .. "Is there hunger? Me too! Good tapas at all! .