Traveling With Kids: Sevilla and Sanlúcar de Barrameda

In June of 2014 my family spent a month traveling through Spain and London. I’m highlighting our individual destinations, giving you tips on traveling with kids and sharing some of the best things we discovered. You can find previously published travel posts on my Travel Page. You can find all the photos from our trip on my flickr page.

Spain with kids: what to do, see and eat when you travel to Sevilla (including a relaxing side trip to the beach town of Sanlúcar de Barrameda)!  Family Travel | Tips | Destinations | Europe

As we wrapped up our road trip through Andalusia, we realized our trip of a lifetime was coming to an end soon. Mike only had a couple of days left with us before he returned to the States solo, and beyond that the kids and I had less than 2 weeks left in Spain ourselves. How did something that took years to save up for and months to plan feel like it was over in just days? Such is life, I guess. We were determined to make our final days in Spain count to the fullest!

Sanlucar de Barrameda plaza

We spent a day and a half in Sanlúcar de Barrameda. Sanlúcar is a small fishing town located in the province of Cádiz. It sits on the Atlantic coast, where the Guadalquivir River meets the sea. My aunt and my cousin have homes here, and Mike wanted to see where the kids and I would be spending the final days of our trip.

Cathedral Sevilla

We returned by car to my cousin’s home in Sevilla. We spent the day touring Sevilla with my Tito Alejandro, which is a feat unto itself - dude can cover some serious ground! We saw the Cathedral and Torre del Oro from the outside, and visited Iglesia Colegial del Salvador. This church is much smaller than the famous Cathedral, but packed with beautiful chapels, art and wood carvings. It’s a good choice if you want to experience a church in Sevilla with kids, but aren’t sure if you can allot the time or the energy to a full Cathedral tour.

Iglesia Colegial del Salvador Sevilla

Iglesia Colegial del Salvador Sevilla

After an ice cream break (in what had become a daily habit) we walked to the Plaza de la Encarnación and explored the Metropol Parasol, which claims to be the world’s largest wooden structure. With its mushroom shape and modern design, it’s controversial in Sevilla. Your ticket gets you a drink from the bar at the top, which gives you a refreshing break with cool views.

Metropol Parasol Sevilla

Underneath the Metropol is the Antiquarium, an exhibit of Roman and Moorish ruins that were discovered while building an underground parking garage. Romans:1 Underground Parking: 0. It’s interesting, but if you or the kids aren’t into that kind of thing, skip it. We’ve got something better for you coming up if Roman ruins float your boat.

Santiponce Italica

On Mike’s last day in Sevilla, we drove out to Santiponce to see the ancient ruins of Itálica. Just 20 minutes or so outside of Sevilla, Itálica was founded by the Romans in 206 BC.

Santiponce Italica

It is extremely well-preserved, complete with remnants of cobblestone streets, exquisite mosaics, and an amphitheater that in its day could hold 25,000!

Santiponce Italica

On the day we visited, a group of university students were there doing archaeological work. They invited the kids to help, and set them up with shovels and sifters. Just in their small pile of dirt they found shards of pottery and tile fragments used in mosaics. It was an experience I don’t think they’ll ever forget.

Santiponce Italica

While Elena and I were enamored with the detailed mosaics, Eli and Mike loved the amphitheater. I think they imagined themselves as gladiators, battling it out in front of the Romans!

Santiponce Italica

Santiponce Italica

That afternoon, Mike took the train to Madrid, and the next day he flew home. That left the kids and I on our own for the final 12 days of our Spanish adventure. I’ll admit, I was both nervous and excited to be on my own. I was looking forward to slowing our pace down and living more like Spaniards and less like tourists. At the same time, I was worried that I might not be able to handle traveling through Spain without backup.

Plaza de Espana Sevilla

We spent the next two days in Sevilla with my cousins. The kids and I explored more of Sevilla, including the Plaza de España and Parque María Luisa. This area of Sevilla was part of the World’s Fair in 1929, and it’s a fun place for kids. There’s lots of walking, but the park is dotted with ice cream vendors, playgrounds, and pigeons! SO many pigeons.

Pigeons Parque Maria Luisa Sevilla

Pigeons Parque Maria Luisa Sevilla

The following day was Elena’s 12th birthday. We started the day with churros, which my cousin David boasted that the best churros in Spain can only be found in Andalusia. He scoffed at Madrid churros, which he said sit around for days! I don’t know … we liked them all, but these - piping hot and crispy - were pretty darn good. My sweet cousins planned a very special barbacoa for Elena, inviting friends and family to celebrate with homemade paella. I was able to sneak out and buy a Spanish-style cake to surprise Elena with.

Traditional Spanish birthday cake

We finished the evening with another visit into Sevilla for Elena’s birthday dinner request: McDonald’s. You can take the birthday girl out of America, but you can’t take the America out of the birthday girl. It was strange not to have gifts for her, so I treated her to something we’d said no to in virtually every city we’ve visited: a horse-drawn carriage ride. It was a very different birthday, but one she’ll always remember.

Horse-drawn carriage ride Sevilla

The next day the kids and I boarded a bus to Sanlúcar. We’d be spending the next week there, staying with my aunt and uncle. We were all really looking forward to it. My aunt, like my mother, married an American. Half the year they live in Florida, and the other half they live in Sanlúcar. Not only were the kids already very comfortable with my Tita Hortensia and Uncle Bill, it would give us an opportunity to communicate in English if we needed to.

Chipiona Spain

Our week in Sanlúcar was about relaxing, not sightseeing. While we did drive to the neighboring town of Chipiona one evening to see the lighthouse, the rest of our days melded into a comfortable Spanish pattern. We’d wake up and have breakfast, either at home or go out for a café and churros. After breakfast we’d stroll through town. Sanlúcar might not have a lot of tourist attractions, but the little beach town has a fantastic market and lots of fun shopping. I loved visiting the market in the mornings, and could kick myself for not taking more photos. Outside the market were vendors set up selling flowers, dried beans and pastries. A gentleman sat on the corner every day, with baskets overflowing with caracoles (snails). Sanlúcar is a fishing town, and so inside the market you’d find every single sea creature you could ever imagine, and then some you’d never think existed.

Sanlucar de Barrameda fish market

After lunch at home, we’d pack up and head to the beach. Sanlúcar’s beach is actually the point where the river meets the ocean. This means it’s very calm and shallow - perfect for kids. It also means that the water is a bit murky. Between that and the seaweed, Elena didn’t love the beach. Eli, however, could spend hours there, and so we did.

Sanlucar de Barrameda beach

It was fabulous. We’d made a trip to the “Euro” store on our first day (the Spanish equivalent of the dollar store), and loaded up on shovels, nets, floaties and beach toys. I’d haul it all down to the beach, and then sit in my chair and read while he played in the water. We’d pack chorizo sandwiches, cans of Aquarius (a sports drink similar to lemon-flavored Gatorade), and the kids’ favorite Spanish junk food: Gusanitos. (When translated it means “worms” - imagine white puffy Cheetos.) We’d stay until 6 or 7 p.m, then head back home to shower.

Sanlucar de Barrameda home

Once we cleaned up, we’d take a paseo back into town. In the evening hours, the town would come alive again. Tables outside of cafés would be full. It seemed like everyone was strolling through the streets, and the plaza was filled with kids playing.

Sanlucar de Barrameda

We’d sit down and have tapas and cold glasses of manzanilla, the speciality wine of Sanlúcar. Our favorite spot was Casa Balbino, for ensalada rusa - a potato salad with tuna and tortilla de camarones - a fried shrimp pancake.

Casa Balbino Manzanilla Tortilla de Camarones

I’d give the kids a few Euros each and send them along their way to buy ice cream from Tony’s or candy from the corner sweet shop. They could easily make their way from the shops back to Tita Hortensia’s house. Sometimes they’d visit the carnival on the corner and ride a few rides, other times they’d stop and buy freshly fried potato chips from a street stand. We loved these evenings - me, enjoying amazing food and adult conversation, them, enjoying a kind of freedom they never get to experience in the States. This was our week in Sanlúcar, and it was fantastic.

Helados Artisanos Tony Sanlucar de Barrameda

We finished our trip by taking the high-speed train from Jerez to Madrid. I’m not sure why we saved train travel for last, but when we return to Europe I’m traveling by train as much as possible. It was so easy, relaxing and comfortable. Tita Hortensia packed us sandwiches and snacks to eat on the train, and I was able to sneak over a train car and buy a coffee. Also, does your train station have turtles? I don’t think so.

Turtles Atocha train station Madrid

We spent our last day in Madrid doing some last-minute shopping and packing suitcases. I packed an entire suitcase with pastries. That’s normal, right?

Suitcase full of Spanish pastries

Looking back as I’ve written these posts, I’m amazed at everything we were able to see and do. The kids were fantastic travelers, which just makes me want to explore as much of the world with them as possible. While time and money make that somewhat difficult, I’m incredibly thankful for the experiences we were able to have. I loved planning every aspect of our trip: the excursions, the meals, the lodging, and I’ve loved writing about it almost as much as living it! With that in mind, I plan to continue writing about our travels. It might not always be as exotic and far away as Europe, but any kind of travel, whether across the globe or the state, expands our horizons and makes us better for having traveled. So while this may be the end of our Spanish travels, it’s definitely not the end of the road for us!

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Traveling With Kids: An Andalusian Road Trip {Jaén, Granada & Ronda}

In June of 2014 my family spent a month traveling through Spain and London. I’m highlighting our individual destinations, giving you tips on traveling with kids and sharing some of the best things we discovered. You can find previously published travel posts on my Travel Page. You can find all the photos from our trip on my flickr page.

Spain with kids: Traveling by car through Andalusia, with stops in Jaen, Granada and Ronda - including a stay in a castle! Family Travel | Tips | Destinations | Europe

Well, friends … it looks like I may very well drag these Spain posts out to the one-year-anniversary of our trip! I have this post plus one more to get in before June 8th. Think I can do it?!

Andalusia Spain by car: itinerary for Jaen, Granada, and Ronda

When I last left you, we were wrapping up a few glorious days in Barcelona. From Barcelona we took our very last Ryanair flight to Sevilla. As we got savvy to Ryanair’s ways, each flight got progressively better. Still, I was happy to put our bargain European air travel days behind us. For this leg of the itinerary we were road tripping! I have family in Sevilla, so after picking up our rental car we spent the night with my cousin, Elena, and her family. They had just been to visit us in the States two months earlier, so it was a lot of fun to see them again so quickly.

Panoramic view of Ronda, Spain

In the morning, we packed up the car with a feast of snacks Elena and her husband, David, prepared for us and were on our way. Can I just take a moment to say how amazed I was at Mike’s European driving skills? Here are just a small selection of things that happened which he handled with ease (where I would’ve driven the car into a ditch and cried): a handy, energy-saving feature that caused the car to turn off when you stopped at a light (great idea, somewhat terrifying on a steep hill when the car starts sliding back into traffic). A GPS that gives up when there’s construction, and directions from a construction worker that you understand approximately 0.9% of. Narrow ancient roads that keep getting narrower and narrower and then just kind of end. (At one point this happened and Mike had to back up very slowly for a long way. The car had sensors on it that would beep if you were too close to something. The sensors on every side of the car were going off!) And the horn-honking. So much horn-honking.

Parador de Jaen Spain

Our first stop was Jaén. There isn’t a major tourist attraction in Jaen, but friends of a friend had stayed at the Parador here and after seeing her photos I knew we had to stay there as well. I mean, how many chances do you have to sleep in a castle?
Paradors are hotels run by the Spanish government. They range in price, but they’re known for their luxury, unique atmospheres and excellent food. It was a splurge for us, but worth every penny.

Jaen, Spain

Cross overlooking Jaen, Spain

The Parador of Jaén sits high above the city, next to the Catalina castle. The views were ridiculous. We spent most of this road trip just gawking at the views around us. If you ever have the chance to spend some time driving around Andalusia and its renowed white towns, do it. Even the most jaded person (or tween) will be taken aback by the beauty. You are surrounded by mountains, quaint towns, olive trees and sunflowers. I love all of Spain, but if I had to choose one region to settle down in, this would be it.

Sunflower fields in Andalusia, Spain

Parador de Jaen hotel room

The Parador was unreal as well. Our room was gorgeous and big, a luxury we desperately needed after being cooped up together for much of the trip. I just wanted to lie down on the beautiful tile in the gigantic bathroom. We had a big terrace that overlooked the mountains. While we did drive back down to Jaén to walk around, we mainly used the time in Jaén to relax and explore the Parador. After nearly two weeks of nonstop sightseeing, it was heavenly to relax and enjoy our surroundings, including this amazing pool we had all to ourselves.

Parador de Jaen pool

Sunset over Parador de Jaen

Later that evening, we put the kids to bed and snuck out for a romantic mini-date at the hotel bar. Our stay included breakfast delivered to our room. Now, I’m used to the free Hampton Inn breakfast, so nothing prepared me for the feast that was delivered to our room. There were two trays packed to the gills with toast, butter, jam, pastries, fruit, rolls, jamón, cheese and yogurt. We washed them down with thick, warm drinking chocolate, coffee, and freshly squeezed orange juice. We sat on the terrace and stuffed ourselves, then packed up the leftovers in our cooler, which fed us for lunch and the next day’s breakfast.

Breakfast at Parador de Jaen hotel room terrace

View of Granada, Spain from the Alhambra

From Jaén we had an hour’s drive to Granada. Granada is best known for the Alhambra, a former fortress and Islamic palace. It’s been named a UNESCO World Heritage Site. We checked into our hotel, Pensión Alfin, which was just steps away from the entrance to the Alhambra. I’m not sure how we continued to get so lucky with accommodations, but this was another winner (and extremely reasonable). It was a little shabby and dated, but clean. We each had our own beds (Elena even had her own room) as well as a small refrigerator, and the location couldn’t be beat.

Alhambra Granada Spain

We had early afternoon tickets to tour the Alhambra, so we didn’t have much time to relax. You definitely want to purchase your tickets ahead of time, as they only allow a certain number of visitors in each day. I don’t remember a lot about the museums and sites we visited in Spain when I was a child, but I have vivid memories of the Alhambra. I hope my kids will remember it as fondly as I did. It really is breathtaking, and just mind-blowing to think of the work and vision it took to create this place centuries ago. I’ll let the photos speak for themselves.

Courtyard of the Myrtles Alhambra Granada, Spain

Alhambra Granada, Spain

Alhambra. Granada, Spain. Generalife Gardens

Alhambra. Granada, Spain. Generalife Gardens

Alhambra. Granada, Spain

We took a siesta in our room, then ventured out again to explore el Albayzín, the old Muslim quarter of Granada. Full of narrow, twisty cobblestone streets with tiny bars and shops, it’s delightful to stroll through.

Bride in Granada, Spain

We made our way up to the lookout point of Mirador San Nicolás, just in time to catch a cool breeze and see the sun set over the Alhambra and Sierra Nevada mountains.

Mirador San Nicolas, Granada, Spain overlooking the Alhambra

On our walk back to the hotel, we had our second ice cream of the day at Los Italianos. I mean, when you pass an ice cream shop that’s rumored to be Michelle Obama’s favorite, you have to stop, right? I had their specialty, la cassata, and it was amazing.

Cassata from Los Italianos Heladeria, Granada, Spain

After a breakfast outside at the cafe run by our hotel owners, we set off for Ronda and yet another beautiful drive through Andalusia. Ronda is smaller, and therefore easier to navigate than previous towns we’ve been to. We were able to check into our guesthouse, Hotel Enfrente Arte, early. If all of our hotel stays were hits, this one was a home run. Again, very reasonable, with a funky atmosphere we all loved.

Hotel Enfrente Arte, Ronda, Spain

Our room was a 2-story suite, complete with a grand staircase! Elena was thrilled to once again have her own bed upstairs in the loft area. The hotel patios had amazing views of the Spanish countryside, and there were lots of fun nooks for the kids to explore, including a fish pond and an aviary. I was so bummed that I didn’t figure out until after we left that the fish pond is full of the tiny fish that nibble the dead skin off your feet. I’ve always wanted to try that! Oh well, guess I’ll just have to go back.

Hotel Enfrente Arte, Ronda, Spain

The kids loved the funky rooftop pool. It was way too cold for Mike and I, but it was glorious just sitting there, reading, and soaking up the Spanish sun. Bonus: the hotel provided unlimited, self-serve drinks … even of the grown-up variety. If we didn’t want to explore Ronda so badly, we could’ve just camped out at the hotel for the rest of the day.

The rooftop pool of Hotel Enfrente Arte in jaw-droppingly beautiful Ronda

Ronda is adorable, and I could return here again and again. The small streets are filled with cafes and shops. We chose a cafe on the plaza and had a delicious lunch. Two weeks in and we FINALLY manage to eat a meal at the appropriate Spanish time! On the walk back to the hotel we enjoyed some amazing views from the “New” Bridge - finished in 1793!

Puente Nuevo, Ronda, Spain

Ronda, Spain

After relaxing at the hotel, we returned to visit the Ronda bullring and bullfighting museum, Real Maestranza de Caballeria de Ronda. It only takes about an hour to tour, but I highly recommend it. The kids enjoyed it, and it was so different from everything else we’d seen so far.

Bullfighting Museum, Ronda, Spain

Bullfighting Museum, Ronda, Spain

Bullfighting Museum, Ronda, Spain

Notice the posters on the outside of the museum? They say “Vivan Los Reyes.” Pretty cool side note: we just happened to be in Spain when Felipe VI and his wife, Letizia, succeeded the throne following the abdication of Felipe’s father, King Juan Carlos I. The ceremony took place in Madrid the week before, but I thought it was cool to see these posters on display in southern Spain.

Poster from Bullfighting Museum, Ronda, Spain

We ate dinner and then walked through the old town of Ronda to the bottom of the Gorge and the “Old” Bridge (built in 1616). The kids will kill me for this some day, but they took my lecture on an ancient use for fig leaves very seriously.

Fig leaves in Ronda, Spain

Ronda, Spain

Ronda, Spain

The hotel offered a full breakfast, including freshly fried churros. Eli had the poor churro guy working overtime! From Ronda we drove to my mother’s hometown of Morón de la Frontera. This stop was all about family. I have an aunt and an uncle that still live here, along with a host of cousins. I was able to take Mike and the kids to my uncle’s store, which has been in the family for over 50 years, as well as walk through the apartment upstairs where my mother and her siblings grew up. This was my abuela’s home, and most of my childhood memories of my abuela take place in this home. My Tita Pilar fixed us lunch at her apartment. She’d obviously spoken to my mother recently because she made us Mike and the kids platters of fried chicken and homemade french fries! Later, we rolled ourselves out the door for coffee and pastries with my cousins. Elena ran off for the afternoon with her cousins, which made me insanely happy to see her connecting with the other kids.

El Gallo de Moron de la Frontera

Mike, Eli and I had the treat of taking in the famous Morón monument, El Gallo. Yes, that would be a rooster - long story. But the best part of all was finally reconnecting with my favorite Spanish food, only available for a short season each year: caracoles (snails). Trust me, a bowl of those and a cold beer are the way to spend an afternoon.

Caracoles y cerveza, Moron de la Frontera, Spain

We only spent the day in Morón, opting to finish the road trip by driving to Sanlucar de Barrameda to stay with my aunt and uncle two nights. We were nearing the end of Mike’s stay in Spain - he would leave for Madrid to fly home in 3 days.

I’ll wrap up our Spanish holiday with details about the last days of our trip, spent with family in the bustling city of Sevilla as well as the laid-back beach town of Sanlucar.

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Undrafted: A Fan’s-Eye View From Inside the 2015 NFL Draft

NFL Draft Chicago Buckingham Fountain Draft Town

“This is a mistake. What am I even doing here?”

This was the thought running through my mind again and again as I sat huddled over a picnic table in Chicago’s Grant Park last Thursday. I was cold, bored and tired. At what point had I thought this was a good idea?

This brilliant idea would be trying my best to get into the NFL Draft as a spectator. Attending the Draft has been on my sports bucket list for years. Usually held in New York City, the NFL announced a few months ago that the 2015 NFL Draft would take place in Chicago due to a scheduling snafu at Radio City Music Hall. Oh, I was so there.

You can’t buy a ticket to the Draft - it’s free to attend, you just have to snag a somewhat elusive ticket through the NFL’s ticket lottery. Mike and I both put our names on the list and hoped for good news, with no luck. Shortly after, I learned of another chance to get in through 1iota, a ticketing agency that helps gets fans free tickets into music, entertainment, and (sometimes) sporting events. I’ve had luck with 1iota before getting into the NFL Combine, so Mike and I gave it another shot. Bingo. After a brief few moments of euphoria, we returned back to reality. These weren’t guaranteed tickets into the Draft, they were tickets for a “viewing opportunity.” After reading the fine print, we realized that we’d essentially be seat fillers. As the draft started and friends and family of drafted players left the auditorium, those of us with passes would have the opportunity to take their empty seats.

Mike wasn’t about to take two days off of work for the opportunity to stand in line, and I didn’t blame him. I tried a few other people to see if I could find anyone else crazy enough to make the 3 1/2 hour drive and shell out money for a hotel room with me, without any takers. I waffled for the week leading up to the draft. Would I regret it if I didn’t go? Would it end up being a big waste of time and money? Two days before, I decided a missed opportunity would cost me more in regret than in actual dollars. I booked a hotel room and wished for the best. I drove up Thursday morning excited and hopeful, caffeinated and giddy to be by myself.

NFL Draft 2014 Chicago Road Trip Indianapolis Colts

It was fun while it lasted. When it was time to line up with 1iota, my excitement turned to disappointment. There were around 150 other fans there hoping for the same thing - a seat inside the Roosevelt Auditorium. We had to line up at 5:30 and the Draft didn’t begin until 7. For an hour we sat speculating, without any word from 1iota employees. It didn’t look promising. Finally someone from 1iota explained the process. They had no idea if some, all or none of us would get in, and we probably wouldn’t know until the last minute.

Over the next 20 minutes or so, I sat there feeling foolish. The mom guilt set in. For those of you that aren’t parents, let me explain. For a parent to go anywhere, especially out of town and overnight, there are roughly 80 things that must be handled, arranged, and delegated. If it’s the mom leaving, add another 50 things. Throw a puppy in there for fun, just to add a few more kinks in the plan. There is no spontaneity for parents, no going somewhere on a whim just because it sounds cool. I had managed to pull it off and get away, inconveniencing the minimum number of people and disrupting as little of the schedule as possible, all to sit in a windy, 45 degree park to maybe see some guys join a football team. This is not what 40-year-old mothers do, I reminded myself in a not-so-kind voice.

A few minutes before the Draft was scheduled to begin, the 1iota rep stood up with a bullhorn. By some sort of miracle, we were all getting in. There were empty seats both in the Auditorium, as well as across the seat in Selection Square. Those with wristbands numbered 1 through 67 would get in the Auditorium with the players and the Commissioner, Roger Goodell. (To answer your question, no. I didn’t mention The Letter.) The rest would sit in Selection Square. I looked down at my wristband: number 59.

The next few hours were surreal. We were herded into the Auditorium quickly, given a quick pat-down and a golden ticket. I could hear the Auditorium going crazy, with the Draft’s start imminent. I handed the usher my ticket and followed her in disbelief, past Rich Eisen and the NFL Network crew, down, down, down, to my seat, 7 rows from the stage.

NFL Network set 2015 Draft Rich Eisen Steve Mariucci

Who’s the crazy, football-obsessed middle-aged mom NOW?! Oh, wait. Still me.

Whatever expectations I had for the Draft, sitting in that seat exceeded every one of them. It was raucous, joyful, and ridiculous. I booed with everyone else when Goodell took the stage (observation: I think he actually likes it). It sounds cheesy, but it is a privilege to be in the presence of so many young men whose boyhood dreams have just come true. Not all of them will do well, but they can be proud that they’ve made it to a level most of their peers have only dreamed of. As a mom, it’s hard not to get emotional for their mothers. Remember that mom guilt, and the giving up of your own spontaneity when you become a parent? I reflected on how much those mothers had sacrificed: all the practices, games, setbacks, injuries and doubt to which they were a front-row spectator. I was so happy for them, and for their sons, and loved soaking up that energy.

Auditorium Theater NFL Draft Chicago

By the time I sat in my seat, my phone battery was nearly dead. At first I was frustrated and mad at myself - how could I not think to pack a charger? In the end, I’m glad. Instead of taking a million pictures and live-tweeting every moment, I just took it all in. Who knows if I’ll ever have the opportunity again?

Auditorium Theater NFL Draft Chicago

Walking back to my hotel that night, I relived some of my favorite moments in my head. Waving to Steve Mariucci from my seat. Jumping up and down in hopes that my family would see me in the background of Deion Sanders’ player interviews. Giving the Walter Peyton Man of the Year, Thomas Davis, a standing ovation. Cheering for Danny Shelton, picked 12th, giving Goodell a bear hug that swept him off his feet. Watching with amusement as DeVante Parker’s friends, sitting across the aisle from me, screamed for him as his name was called. Seeing my Indianapolis Colts turn their pick in.

Angie Six at the 2015 NFL Draft Indianapolis Colts

Going to Chicago might have been spontaneous, risky, and just a little bit crazy, but my post-Draft analysis tells me it was a solid selection.

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