There is the option to ride the elevator up one of the church's four towers. The wait is at least an hour to do so, and I was reluctant at first, but I ended up being really glad I went. The view from the top, of the surrounding city scape as well as the church's area, is amazing.
While there is the option to ride the elevator up, there is no such option for the descent. One is left to one's own devices which means navigating down one of the extremely narrow, winding stairways. This would be MC Escher's idea of a fabulous 3D prank. To keep the claustrophobia from grabbing full hold of me I took pictures of myself to distract (and document my progress should my panic send me tumbling to the stone floor
below).
I had the best afternoon yet, and it had a lot to do with lunch. If I were on the clock, I'd definitely have been docked for my two hour indulgence. I stopped at a tapas place and sat outside by some Frenchies who dubbed me "nice girl". (Hey, I'll take that.) I decided to see what the mushrooms are all about, and I ordered a dish of mini mushrooms sauteed in olive oil, garlic and basil. It was awesome; the mushrooms rock. I also had tortilla de patata with baguette drizzled in olive oil and tomato sauce as well as a couple glasses of vino and a caffe to follow. The Frenchies and I enjoyed the charismatic scarf vendors across the street so much so that we all ended up with pashmina around our necks. Shortly thereafter, the policia shut the whole operation down which was disappointing. Boo.
My waiter hooked me up when the tab finally came and proceeded to ask me to meet him alas ocho to go dancing. This is when "no hablo espanol" is simultaneously honest and sincerely gets one out of an excursion one does not wish to go on. Nonetheless, I was flattered and had a totally spectacular afternoon.
There is the option to ride the elevator up one of the church's four towers. The wait is at least an hour to do so, and I was reluctant at first, but I ended up being really glad I went. The view from the top, of the surrounding city scape as well as the church's area, is amazing.
While there is the option to ride the elevator up, there is no such option for the descent. One is left to one's own devices which means navigating down one of the extremely narrow, winding stairways. This would be MC Escher's idea of a fabulous 3D prank. To keep the claustrophobia from grabbing full hold of me I took pictures of myself to distract (and document my progress should my panic send me tumbling to the stone floor 
I had the best afternoon yet, and it had a lot to do with lunch. If I were on the clock, I'd definitely have been docked for my two hour indulgence. I stopped at a tapas place and sat outside by some Frenchies who dubbed me "nice girl". (Hey, I'll take that.) I decided to see what the mushrooms are all about, and I ordered a dish of mini mushrooms sauteed in olive oil, garlic and basil. It was awesome; the mushrooms rock. I also had tortilla de patata with baguette drizzled in olive oil and tomato sauce as well as a couple glasses of vino and a caffe to follow. The Frenchies and I enjoyed the charismatic scarf vendors across the street so much so that we all ended up with pashmina around our necks. Shortly thereafter, the policia shut the whole operation down which was disappointing. Boo.
My waiter hooked me up when the tab finally came and proceeded to ask me to meet him alas ocho to go dancing. This is when "no hablo espanol" is simultaneously honest and sincerely gets one out of an excursion one does not wish to go on. Nonetheless, I was flattered and had a totally spectacular afternoon. 
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