Day 49- "Me time" in Carmona

Since we booked all of our hostels from this point on, and without many online choices for Seville, we ended up with one that is about 25km from downtown. I tried to cancel, but they were going to charge my card (the number of which they had from the reservation) for the night´s stay anyway, so we decided to check it out. By the time we left the train station, and were dropped off from the 45 minute bus ride, it was about 3pm. I suggested that we just stay in Carmona for the day and head to Seville the next morning, and the girls agreed.
We arrived at our hostel, which is really more like a hotel, with new interiors and a pool. (http://www.hospederiamarquesdelastorres.com/)
I´ve been having strong urges to go for a run (something I haven´t done since Turkey), Asli was eyeing the ceramic tiles on the way to the hostel, and Hannah had flight stuff to take care of and painting to do, so we all agreed to go our separate ways. The town is very small, and actually was first settled in Paleolithic times (no worries, mom, it´s safe).
I was able to see about double what I would have seen by walking, and therefore ran all over the touristy areas and even into several residential areas and parks. My jog lasted a total of 1.5 hours, with two quick stops for water and a couple pauses to take in the view of something particularly amazing. My top three sights of the day were: a church near our hostel with amazingly ornate sculpture and paintings, lit only by the rans able to penetrate the saturated stained glass, the view of the expansive horizon from a park at the top of a hill, including the farmland and mountains in the very distance, and the museum which contained artifacts from every era of settlement the city has seen. I estimate that in total, I ran about 7 miles, and was so relieved to find that I still had it in me. I actually felt really strong, as my legs have been going non-stop for over a month and a half now.
I took a quick shower after my run, then met the girls for dinner at 8 in the square. There were many old couples there, dispersed by the children playing and pre-teen boys popping wheelies on their bicycles and riding around and around the circlular gathering place. Hannah made a phone call, then disappeared (not enough "me time" I suppose), and without knowing where she went, Asli and I sought out dinner for ourselves. We wound up in yet another Chinese restaurant (becoming a theme between us), and had vegetables with rice and soup. Later on we stopped for a cup of coffee, then headed back to the hostel, where I worked on some of the line drawings I´ve been doing.
Tomorrow we head into Seville after our free breakfast (which is hopefully better than the cornflakes and rolls with jam of the last hostel). There is a cathedral, a palace, and a few other must-sees that we plan on hitting up, then hopefully will see the bullfight that Asli´s been dying to see in the beautiful Plaza de Toros. I think we may spend one more night here, hopefully to see a live Flamenco performance, which is said to be at its best in Seville.