Puerta de Jerez, Seville

Sod being in wet, cold Dublin. Mr Limey and I flew to Seville as I am too pale and Celtic-skinned to handle Spanish temperatures any other time of the year. Feels weird to be sitting outside on the street on St Stephens night with olives and red wine, but we got over it.
Also, my crappy Spanish improves with wine, who knew :) :) I should be fluent by next week at this rate.