We took a taxi to the bus terminal in Granada. On the way, we went past a lovely church, right near where we had been staying. And we had not seen it until then. It dawned on me: We didn't even see all of Granada, and not even what was right around us. It was not a big place either. And yet I knew, as we were leaving, I would never be returning. Traveling toys with you in that way. It took three hours to get to Seville. Highways were in superb condition. The countryside was lovely, and the olive groves and farms neatly organized. Was I in Japan? And the few towns and villages we could view from the bus all had buildings and homes were uniformly painted white. This is done to deflect the sun, which keeps those scorching days from being a little less unbearable.
waiting on our airbnb host to arrive
I had to help our Airbnb host come up with better wording.
a bidet
our Airbnb building entrance
My hat is drying on the balcony.
Flamenco
Casa Morales
We got there when they first opened. Two young ladies were sitting an adjacent table. But that was it!
artichoke and tuna salad + our sangrias
fried cod fillet
jamon with bread
not sure about this one
potato salad with garlic mayo
plus Sherry to drink
spicy tomatoes (above) and sirloin in cream sauce
tomato salad & vermouth
This backside of Casa Morales, where we returned a couple of days later for another evening of tapas. We stood at the bar.
Seville Cathedral
a matador busker
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