The city count: one
Coming and going by overnight bus.
Hostel planned and located via Google Maps.
I must confess my adventures in Sevilla, Spain where quite different from my adventures in Italy. First, I’m back in Spain. I should be able to speak the language and have no problems with communication. Second, because it is Semana Santa or holy week, the city of Seville SHOULD be filled with parades, processions and all sorts of stuff Spanish Catholicism can dish out. Third, Sevilla is known as one of the hearts of southern Spain. In other words, you don’t get more Flamenco (Spanish dance), bull fighting and siesta than in Sevilla.
Before knowing quite the impact overnight travel would have on a weary traveler, we had decided to take over night buses. They were much better than the trains of Italy, but you couldn’t get much worse. Happily I was so tired I passed out and woke up in time to get off the bus.
Sevilla is a beautiful city with an architectural influence of the Moorish empire. The city was sunny and we were able to wander the gardens of the Alcazar or Palace for the morning when we arrived. After that things went down hill.
Rarely do I let weather ruin my plans. In Sevilla, the weather not only ruined my plans, but also crumpled them up, stomped on them and drown them down a sewer drain. We were there for two complete days and the only non-rain moment was the first stroll through the gardens. From there on the weather went from downpour, to over cast, a playful gleam of sunshine that was then crushed by another downpour. The BEST part was the random flash flood like down pours for 5 minutes; then the gentle rain for 10. The weather was like a Magic Eight Ball being tossed around a junior-high girls sleepover.
My waterproof jacket was tested to the limit; my semi-water proof shoes flooded like Winnie the Pooh’s house in the 1968 “Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day.” At one point my waterproof jacket actually “proofed” the water from my jacket onto my pants soaking me to the bone. I’ve never wondered what it would fell like to be a fish out of water, but I can tell you I can now imagine how un-enjoyable it would be.
We walked the streets saw the sights and even tried to look at the bright side of things, until we realized with all the rain the traditional processions and celebration would not be taking place. We sat down to eat lunch entering the place like sheep dogs caught in the rain and happen to catch the headline. Semana Santa celebrations canceled: The first time in almost 80 years. Really. My one chance to see these supposedly amazing processions and it gets canceled for the first time in 80 years. 80 years. Let’s just say our spirits were mercilessly withered and we finished lunch in time to catch the downpour on the way back to our hostel.
Two good things did come from the trip. First, we met a girl, Pim, from Australia who was traveling through Spain. She joined our ranks and made friends. It’s Facebook official too. We actually ended up meeting her in Barcelona later in the week. Second, we made our way to a Flamenco show. It was very touristy and we didn’t have the best seats, but it was a lot of fun. The show was in an old looking venue with the old theater kinda feel. I felt like I could paint a picture and have a classic picture of Spain. The evening included hooting and hollering, cheers of “¡ole!” and some fancy footwork.
Overall, Sevilla was a great learning experience and opportunity to practice ‘Patience.’ Some thing that I didn’t practice in Barcelona, ‘vomit’ was the word most used there.