On the terrace of a hotel in Seville, I see the river and as

Do not worry, the new book by Paul Coelho. But something better, at least for those who have experienced this situation as me. If you believe that my words can get boring, well, democracy docet, you can always change the channel. If instead you want to know briefly what this may feel a sense (ie not lying) on ​​the terrace of a hotel in Sevilla tasting (if not greedily eating) caps before an amazing view and read this later . First, the river, peaceful, honest and selfless, almost all lit by a sun that burns any type of rose. And a terrace with white chairs, giant, where he could sleep a dream of ten years. But not now ... ... Now you can not because it is time for tapas. It may seem strange that an anonymous guest in an elegant hotel in Sevilla is sitting all morning to eat small portions closely the exquisite cuisine of Andalusia. Believe me, is a mystical experience. Cross eagerly tortilla with a piece of onion, so bright and stylish, then look slowly to the Torre del Oro and note either the same color, the same pride. And now it's time for a plate of prawns with garlic, sweet and crisp, the color pink as the skin of a French woman.

And the stomach that says "still" and head to answer "of course!?. And you might as well spend the time of the Stuffed Mushrooms, a noble armor ready to protect fresh mushrooms and 3 brave soldiers called savory garlic, chile and onion. It's a win-win battle, while the river continues its song of joy. And then there's a calm sea of ​​gazpacho, squid rings and precious y. .. Does it happen that there is hunger? Me too! Good tapas at all!