Second flight (into Seville)?: Wildly uneventful...I was asleep before the plane finished boarding.
Had a luggage scare for a hot second at the airport. I was worried they'd lost my luggage Stephanie Carozza style...now that I have it, I kind of wish they had gone and lost it.
I CLEARLY overpacked...my taxi driver dropped me off with all my suitcases in the busiest little café-lined street he could find and everyone was talking about how much stuff I had and how I was ever going to get to where I needed to go. So laughing at the ridiculousness of it all, I piled my carry-on on top of the big suitcase and, after moving two feet, it fell off--typical.
All of a sudden I look up and see my taxi driver running towards me...he dropped me off at the wrong spot and ended up running back to give me proper directions (that was nice of him--he also didn't overcharge me on the taxi ride but it still would have been cool if he'd backed the car up and helped me with my stuff).
Seeing this whole interaction, a random guy comes over to help me with my suitcases. Turns out his name is Manuel and he works at a hotel nearby (I wish I could remember the name of it so I could thank him again) and he helped me lug my stuff to my hostel for the night. Gosh, it's great to be back!
(The person in my room at the hostel who was just screaming on his phone for 20 minutes and waking everyone up obviously didn't get the memo...)
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