The thing about Spain: Starbucks again?!!? There are no Starbucks in Italy. Probably came as more of a surprise than it ought to have been.
But enough about Americanization, seafood paella=magically delicious. Definitely ate the healthiest and best in Spain.
Streets are lined with orange groves.
Story of this skull: A woman named Susana had a lover that happened to be enemies with her people. Betrayed people for lover, had regrets, became a nun. She requested that she be decapitated after she died and have her severed head hanging out a window. They eventually replaced her head with this little skull picture. Warm and fuzzy story, amirite?
Relatedly, being more of a town, Seville was just crawling with religious imagery. One night we were roaming the streets, and in one window suddenly appeared a creepy back-lit, life-sized crying Jesus. Did not have camera with me, but I'd never been so genuinely startled by a statue.
Tangentially, check out this necessary alligator hanging on the ceiling of a cathedral:
And check out this dog that's hanging out of a tiny, tiny balcony!
Boring final picture: a kind of cool-looking water bottle.