Not hot tub in our Sevilla, Spain hostel.

Tapas and Flamenco and [N][H]ot Tubs.

A Tapas Crawl in Sevilla, Spain.

A tapas crawl in Sevilla, Spain…

Tapas crawl in Sevilla, Spain

Tapas crawl in Sevilla, Spain

Tapas crawl in Sevilla, Spain

Tapas crawl in Sevilla, Spain

Tapas crawl in Sevilla, Spain

Tapas crawl in Sevilla, Spain

Tapas crawl in Sevilla, Spain

Tapas crawl in Sevilla, Spain

Tapas crawl in Sevilla, Spain

Tapas crawl in Sevilla, Spain

Tapas crawl in Sevilla, Spain

Tapas crawl in Sevilla, Spain

Tapas crawl in Sevilla, Spain

Tapas crawl in Sevilla, Spain

Tapas crawl in Sevilla, Spain

Tapas crawl in Sevilla, Spain

Flamenco in Sevilla, Spain

Flamenco in Sevilla, Spain

Flamenco in Sevilla, Spain

Drinking beers in Sevilla, Spain

Drinking beers in Sevilla, Spain

 

That ended in a “hot tub…”

Drinking beers in Sevilla, Spain

Drinking beers in Sevilla, Spain

p.s. the [n][h]not tub was the bathtub in our hostel. It had jets but they didn’t really work. So it basically was just a bath…

Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.

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3 Comments
  • Daniël Cronk
    August 10, 2011at12:38 pm

    let’s see how many cute guys we can fill into a tub!!! 😉

  • Jaime
    September 4, 2011at11:46 am

    Somehow I missed this post…lol I would have said something sooner about you in the tub with 3 men!!!

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