Our triumphant return to Seville was made easier by knowing where the hotel actually is, not where it is on a deranged Apple GPS map. I dropped the three women off, did an illegal U-turn and headed off to the train station to return the car.
Ah yes, the car that lost a battle with a concrete corner post in Cordoba. Now was the time of reckoning.
I strode confidently into the little Hertz building outside the train station to drop off the key. "Is everything alright with the car," the attractive young Hertz employee asked. "Well, no. I lost a battle with a parking garage in Cordoba. But I did buy the full insurance." (Pro tip: Make sure you are able to utter that second sentence if you drive in Spain.)
She was very understanding. "Yes, that happens a lot here." While she looked it up on-line, I noted once again -- "Well, I'm sure glad I got the full insurance," just so she understood. She looked up, beaming, "Yes, you did get the full insurance. Sign here." So I did. "You are free to go" she said cheerfully, and I skedaddled before she changed her mind.
I walked back to the apartment, totally relieved. At lunch, as I sipped my beer, I thought happily, "Ain't the cerveza cold!" (hat tip Chuck Thompson via Mark Williams).
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