Day 6 – I wanna know: Have you ever seen the rain...

... comin' down on a sunny day?

Today, we witnessed the classic struggle of the elements.  The sun decided that it had gone too many days without showing its face over La Feria, while the clouds insisted they still had more to offer.  It would literally rain for five minutes and then be sunny for the next ten.  I'm ashamed to admit that legends of McDonalds in Europe piqued my curiosity and I dragged Adrian (kicking and screaming) to one of their fine chains.  I'd like to report: the only difference is that they put mustard on their burgers and that you have to pay extra if you want ketchup for your fries.  They had more to their menu than what I am used to in The States, but I went with old faithful - El Quarto Libre con Queso, and I'm here to tell you, in Spain, despite their metric emphasis, they "know what the fcuk a quarter-pounder is."  It, along with the fries tasted just like their American counter parts complete with the sinking, "Why did I just put that crap in my body?" feeling you get at the end of the meal.  Coke, on the other hand, tastes a little different here.  We wandered over to the bull fighting rink and found out that seeing a bullfight in Sevilla is similar in price to seeing a Broadway show in New York.  You can get good prices, if you know where to look, but we had neither the knowledge of a good peddler nor the language to ask for one.  We decided to skip the confusion and perhaps try another day.  After shopping for some souvenirs and wandering around truly aimlessly, we went home.  A very unremarkable day in terms of what most would consider a European vacation; but in Adrian and Alyland, a lazy day is never considered a failure.