That evening, Oriette and I decided to take to the streets again. It was a nice evening and young people were everywhere, walking and chatting and filling the streets and squares with a vibrancy that most cities would die for. We spotted a small tapas bar and decided to try it out. It was late but the Spaniards do everything late, including eating. Several had been there before us, and the napkins and other debris lay in piles beneath the bar stools around the counters. We ordered a tapa off the strange menu and were surprised to receive a very tasty patty with some sort of tomato flavor, so good that we ordered some more. With the evening stroll, the cozy bar with the messy floor, the friendly waiter and the delicious food, we kicked back and congratulated ourselves for all alone totally immersing in the Spanish culture. Tomorrow – high speed to Sevilla!