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... was already in the bathroom) but to my relief no vomiting noises followed. He then yelled out why am I so sick? (To which I really wanted to reply) but before I could he started singing Guiding star. This was followed by David’s notorious snoring. Of course I got out of bed to check on him. I found him snoring away head positioned between the shower and the toilet bowl, hand still on the toilet paper roll on the wall. After some poking and prodding he woke up and ...
... I was the first person in
there. That evening I was craving, of all things, pancakes. Next morning I
happened upon a café serving pancakes made from scratch, with ice-cream and
fruit on the side. The Royal Palace, or Alcazar, was designed in the 16th
century over a Moorish Palace and with many of those same design elements used,
even though it was Christian by then. I was instantly enchanted. I know this is
... Basilica de Macarena, the old city wall. But there is more, much more hidden in and around the narrow streets and plazas. Despite the grueling heat, we covered a lot of the city by foot, taking periodic refuge on terraces behind a tall and wet Sangria or "Tinto de Verano" ( refreshing red wine with orange or lemon soda)
We love the atmosphere in this city.
Friday June 13th
... a park. We had a light dinner back on the street, having had lunch about 5:30!
After breakfast in the morning we headed for the Alcazar. As John said, there was no shortage of opportunities for photographs. I know you won’t believe me, but I have really really edited the number of photographs. It was so very beautiful. And, get angry with me ...
It was just me and the little red pig in Sevilla today. Mom is better but not 100% so she stayed back. Carlos is much slower to recuperate and had to stay back as well.
Our guide for the day was Vincent - fluent in several languages, a lover of all good things including food, wine and song. As we travelled down the highway into Spain he invoked The Doors - Spanish Caravan and sang a few verses for us:
Carry me caravan/Take me ...