I have heard that Seville is as hot as the Sahara in July, and I believe it. The last two days have been boiling. Yesterday Lisa, Daphne and I intended to visit a museum. Instead, halfway there and almost completely molten, we gave up and went to an Irish pub to watch World Cup soccer. By the time we reached Flagerty's we looked a lot like the fellow in the photo on the left- partially disentegrated and besotted with sweat. Nevertheless, in our travels I discovered a pet shop selling chipmunks. Chipmunks as pets?!
That heat is the exact reason I've never been to Madrid. When I was 11 and traveling on the Spanish coast in August, we reached Sevilla, and were supposed to go up to Madrid, but decided it was way too hot to go to a hot city in the middle of a landlocked area so we went to the beach and stayed for a week instead :) (not in Sevilla, but somewhere along the coast)
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ReplyDeleteLol, Lee don't mock our delicate constitutions. We require specific conditions. But then again, so do fine wines, souffles and hemarrhoid creams. :)
ReplyDeleteOoh what did the removed post say? And Lee, you try driving through the South of Spain in a non-AC-d car! :)
ReplyDeleteLooks Lee got shy about his comment and withdrew. We're scary, Nora:)
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