Baa Baa tourist sheep

Buenos Dias (good morning in Spanish).

So much for me saying I won't be able to blog often. This is the 3rd one in 2 days. I guess I have more to say than I thought (and more wifi minutes). 
My last night in Sevilla was a lazy one. Most of the group went on an optional dinner and so my roommate and I have been reading in bed ( different beds but the two king singles are pushed together - it sure makes you close to a complete stranger). I had some juice and and packet of doritos for tea (healthy I know) but since my "included" lunch late in the afternoon it was good enough. I tried to find a restaurant on my own but with all the menus in Spanish I figured my luck would get me fish stew with meatballs fried in pork fat. 
I had a good meal last night so I can't complain. As a group we went to a hacienda and had a meal. I got cold tomato soup and then a salad. The girl next to me had arranged to have the vegetarian meal for the night as their wasn't any fish or chicken on offer. You should have seen her face when it looked like a few lettuce leaves and a piece of asparagus was her main course. She even went hunting under the lettuce for a secret trapdoor I think to a secret compartment with real food. Thankfully they bought out some rice with veggies before dessert. It was really cool evening with a man dressed like zorro (without the cape and sword oh and in blue oh and no mask - ok so maybe not like zorro) on a beautiful white andulusian horse. He did some equestrian stuff before a flamenco dancer joined him and did a few moves around him. It was very touristy and cliche but I loved it. 
I ended up sitting with two other Australians and it was nice to talk of common things and share the same sense of humour. I'm very slowly having a conversation with the people on my tour but still have trouble with all their names (I know about 6 definitely and another 6 are interchangeable - like some friends I know one of them is Brenda and the other Mary but often wait for clues when they talk about each other before I call them by name)
The ages vary from 25 to 60ish but lean towards the older set. There is such a mix of personalities and backgrounds in the group but most are friendly. 
Next we head to Granada and to the Alhambra somewhere I've wanted to visit for awhile. I'm looking forward to it and hope we have plenty of time to wander as most visits I am left wanting more time and photo opportunities. That night I'm going on my only optional (and therefore not included in the price) visit to watch a gypsy dance in a cave. It sounds amazing doesn't it??? Actually the tour guide says it's very unique and you can't do it on your own so I figured I'll give it a go. If Antonio banderas and mrs obama came to see them maybe I should too. 

I'm getting used to being a little sheep and following "the fan" or "the umbrella" and listening to the guide on my little blue earpiece. Although I hide the pack and the bright red trafalgar lanyard in my bag and don't wear my trafalgar name badge. Although I can't help get annoyed when the same few people are late to the bus or meeting point everytime, especially if we are going for a meal don't come between me and my free food!

Well I need to be on the bus in ten minutes to be shepherded through the Alhambra and can't be late after I just whinged to you about latecomers.
I hope you are well.
Thanks for reading.
Kym