Seville was calling us for a visit so just before xmas we headed west and made it there by simply following our noses. That, and the very few signs that the Spanish deem sufficient to find a new town or city.
Seville is really charming. The city centre is pedestrianised and apart from a slow moving tram and a few horses and carriages, only people, music, food and entertainment fill the void - and fill it they do. With every turn there's something new (or old) to gaze upon.
Just as in Malaga, Georgie and I toured the city in one of the open top double decker buses to get a feel for the place and then hopped on and off at the places that interested us. Georgia spied a xmas fair in a park the first time around so we weren't allowed to get off the bus until that stop appeared again. Just like the ekka (but a quarter of the price) she relished playing the games, eating caravan food and riding the ferris wheel. Culture, hey? That's why we came to Europe! There's a pic below of her holding a prize; a 1000 piece jigsaw for picking the floating ducks - you know the sort. I think only 986 pieces made it out of the hotel when we left though, the other bits are probably in the hotel vacuum cleaner by now.
Our other modes of transport included a river cruise, horse and carrriage and the gold ol' shanks pony. We got our moneys worth, that's for sure.
Unlike Olvera, Seville doesn't stop for siesta between 2 and 5 pm so we were able to see and do quite a bit - and even managed to fit some xmas shopping in, even though I'd sworn we were going to give xmas a miss this year. The good thing about xmas in Spain is that there isn't a santa in sight, only festive lights lining the street and a happy, holiday atmosphere without the cries of "sale, sale sale - buy buy buy" from every street corner. My only complaint is the fairy floss carts on most street corners, they were really hard to avoid!
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