Oh my, this day is almost lost to me. It was mostly driving, and I have only one photo from the day and that was of the ceiling of our dinner restaurant (the large picture above). But about the drive: We had been speculating about what the border crossing would be like, and whether we might encounter any issue having a rental car. We crossed the border near Badajoz, and I have to say that thanks to the Schengen zone, the main indication we had was when our Google-Fi phones said "Welcome to Spain."
Google street view of the N-432 highway in Spain, our route to Seville. This looks to be a spring photo. It was drier when we passed through, though the rainy season had begun.
From looking at the map, we expected about 3½ hours of highway driving. But in reality, the area is agricultural so more than once we found ourselves behind trucks and farming machinery or going through small towns, so it took a bit longer.
We had a big breakfast before leaving so we didn't stop for lunch. We checked in to our hotel, the Eurostars Guadalquivir, then grabbed a bite around the corner at Bar/Cafetería Los Remedios. I am sorry to say I don't remember much about the food but I do recall prompt and friendly service. It was fun to see the mix of people coming in to share this coffee shop / restaurant / bar toward the end of the work day.
Eurostars Guadalquivir
Eurostars Guadalquivir was pretty nice. It had the most "urban" feel of any place we had stayed so far, even Barcelona. The lobby is on the second floor, and other than that, a card key is needed to access elevators to the rest of the property. They also have a dedicated level in the public parking garage, with direct keyed access to elevators, and I can easily say this was the brightest, cleanest garage I have ever seen. It's located on a major avenue with an entrance under a blocks-long awning that gave us a place to wander about upon our rainy arrival.
The room was not as fancy as I might have thought judging from the lobby, but it was nice. We were on the top floor with a decently sized balcony overlooking the neighborhood behind the hotel. The relatively large bathroom had a full-size shower with an actual sliding door (what is this European obsession with half-doors on showers? I mean, I know the floors are tile, but who wants the floor all wet?). There was a cheerful red and white tile motif repeated in the bathroom, the headboard, and the patio.
View from our balcony, taken in the morning.
Looking out over the residential area from our balcony, I was interested and surprised to see all the television aerials sticking up over every apartment. I couldn't make a meaningful photo of it so had to be content with capturing a grouping of construction cranes in the distance.
We cabbed it to our dinner reservation at Lalola de Javi Abascal. The menu centers on traditional Iberian cuisine and ingredients from the Sierra de Huelva region to the northwest of Seville. We were excited to see a "butter service" on the menu and of course had to give that a try. Then I had the pork tenderloin with sweet corn cream, and my husband had the Iberian presa. I believe this is the first place where we learned about this particular cut, as well as the pluma and the secreto. Now I will have to see if I can get a butcher in the US to cut some presa for us, because it lived up to its melt-in-your-mouth description, and we sought this out at other stops on our trip.
This restaurant provided a good opportunity to try foods that in the US we consider less appealing, such as pig ear, beef tongue, tripe, and even lizard, but I confess I chickened out. I really need to become more adventurous, since I am certain these Michelin chefs make it all delicious, and honestly, using every part of the animal goes along with my beliefs. But some of the English translations don't help, like cured or fermented sometimes showing up as "rancid" or cod tripe as the even less appealing "fish guts."
The restaurant overall was worth the visit, but the environment was not very relaxing. It was brightly lit, which seems more common in Spain than in the US, but it felt a little glaring. It occupied half the lobby of the Hotel One Shot Palacio, a glass-roofed courtyard also commonly seen on this trip. But here it was a bit chilly and echoey, and the glass roof was leaking just slightly. The service was nice though, and they took time to explain the dishes and help us order.