We decided on Seville for a “headquarter’s city” because, as a young boy in grade school I had read about the fascinating history of the area and, since then, wanted to visit it. Wow,,,double wow…triple wow! As soon as we arrived, it was amazing. Palm trees caught attention for height, and orange-laden trees lined the streets where old Spanish architecture predominates. Our apartment is on a narrow, stone-paved, pedestrian-only street in the middle of everything. Within two minutes are dozens of restaurants: in fact, right next door is a pastry and ice cream shop that sells sandwiches. Within three minutes’ walking are major department stores, boutiques, and “mom and pop stores” of every description, including a market from which we purchased our groceries. (Forty kinds of honey, 46 kinds of sardines, over 200 kinds of cheese–I stopped counting–and 26 kinds of cured ham hanging by the bone caught my eye.) A major city square nearby invites a stroll with its open air market. Major historical landmarks are within a six minute walk on cobble stone lanes lined with orange trees, now fully fruited.
As I type, ancient church bells clang. When we emerged from our apartment to find a place to eat, we were enthralled by a stirring military band majestically marching in procession behind a statue of the Christ Child on a silver (not painted) platform surrounded by candles and bouquets of roses. The platform bearers and musicians were dressed in black uniform. We can hardly soak it all in, but we have a month to try! God be praised! WEG