I arrived in Madrid about 8:30am on Christmas day. My daughter met me at the airport and took me back to her piso, using a series of 4 transfers on the Metro (subway). Since Id been awake for about 23 hours by that time, I took a nap for a couple of hours. Eventually we Skyped with my wife, her sister, and the dogs, and opened some Christmas gifts I brought along. I also checked email, and found out I had won a knife in Faustos gifawae (thats a story in itself that can be found near the end of this thread:
http://www.bladeforums.com/forums/s...D-Winner-announced!-Post-33?highlight=gifawae). The point I want to make here is that I really didnt see much of Spain besides my daughters apartment my first day there, so our trip to Seville the next day promised to be my first true European experience.
We left for the airport at 5:45am on Dec. 26, and after many common travelers adventures, arrived in Sevilles airport at 9:45am. From there we took a bus to the bus station downtown. I asked my daughter how we would find the hotel at which shed made reservations, and she whipped out her smartphone, got GPS working, and said, Follow me. I was very impressed, but I also became very worried as she followed her map down ever more narrow and twisty streets! In my city, our house is right next to an alley, which is about twice as wide as the street in Seville on which we found our hotel. I think of narrow, twisty streets as a sign of a sketchy neighborhood, but Im just a narrow-minded American. The oldest structures in my state are mostly less than 300 years old, but most cities in Spain are at least 1000 years older than that! That incredible age results in cityscapes that are completely foreign to me. Heres a photo of the main street onto which our hotels street opened:
Another thing that I soon learned about Spain is that the presence of the Moors (North African Moslems) for about 800 years had a huge influence on Spanish architecture, at least. Islamic arches and decoration with geometric tiles are everywhere. Here are a couple of photos of the Hotel Zaida where we stayed that illustrate this influence.
Looking down on the lobby:
Hotel stairway:
After we checked into the hotel (and ate some sandwiches wed brought from Madrid), we went exploring. We first walked along the Guadalquivir River. The river used to be much bigger, and enabled Seville to be Spains major port city during Spains Golden Age in the 16[SUP]th[/SUP] and 17[SUP]th[/SUP] centuries, even though Seville is about 50 miles from the Atlantic coast. We didnt see any gold-laden Spanish galleons on the river, but we did see several kayakers in short sleeves on the day after Christmas a shocking sight to a Michigan resident! Heres a photo of a bridge on the river, and another of the Torre del Oro (Golden Tower) that was the control center of the busy harbor 400 years ago.
Notice the sky in these photos. Thats what I saw almost every day in Spain I recall 2 days of clouds/drizzle! Again, shocking to this Michigander! (According to the weatherwoman, the first week I was back home had a grand total of one hour of sunshine.)
After a pleasant one-hour stroll along the river, we tried to find our way into the Alcazar, a 10[SUP]th[/SUP] century Moorish palace that was taken over by a Spanish king in the 1300s. Some of the upper floors are still used as one (of many) residence for the current Spanish royal family. We found the walls surrounding it, but couldnt find a way to get in. We eventually stopped at Bar Agua and Vida to get something to eat. My daughter ordered us some tapas, which are very popular in Spain and are small servings of various kinds of food. Thats where I first encountered one of my favorite parts of my Spanish trip, a tortilla. In Spain, tortilla is not some flat shell into which you put real food; instead, its a wonderful egg and potato pie. It can have many other ingredients (ham, onions, peppers, tomatoes, etc.) and can be served cold or hot, and I would have eaten it every day for every meal! I even had a tortilla sandwich one day.
After our meal, we finally found the entrance to the Alcazar. We spent over 3 hours there (and got evicted by security for wandering the gardens after closing time) and saw many impressive sights. Here are photos of just a few of the wonders we saw.
The entrance courtyard (Court of Lions?), looking at the front of the palace.
After passing through the front section, you find this beautiful inner courtyard (Court of Virgins?)
After passing through the inner courtyard and the back of the palace, you enter the gardens.
Palm trees and orange trees? We're not in Michigan anymore, Toto!
Going back to the front section of the palace, this is a photo of the Hall of Ambassadors, followed by a photo of its ceiling.
Here, old meets new.
By this time, we were pretty tired and headed back to our hotel. Heres a building we passed on the way.
Reliving this experience is taking me longer than I thought it would. Ill have to write up another Seville installment later.
Sneak preview: here's a photo of the knife I bought in Seville the next day.
- GT