Today was my second day in Seville and I planned to visit the cathedral and guralda and possibly the Alcazar. First, however, Jose had recommended I visit the bario (suburb) de triana, the oldest suburb in Seville. I crossed the bridge from where I was staying enjoying the sun on my skin, the light breeze and the beautiful views of the river, the boaties and kayakers and fishermen and as I came into Triana I noticed a pensive man drinking white wine from a cask and I think to myself, 'What a wonderful world'
The little square I came across offered a statue of A women in the spirit of Flamenco.
Cafes and bars are so gorgeous in Spain.
I love the photo below with a old men yacking to eachother before a background of graffit. That's what I call Brining generations together. Somehow ironic.
This is where I had my breakfast.
I stumbled across this church where I my dormant Catholic spirit was awakened. I shed a tear as I spoke to Jesus and I lit candles for people and prayed for love and joy.
People started to enter the church and I realised a Baptism was about to take place.
A angel...
You've gotta love the buildings.
I bought myself a new black bikini and retraced my steps across the bridge and down towards the cathedral.
Inside the cathedral
I loved this painting - shame it's so dark.
Had a love affair and rejoiced in the beauty of stainglass windows.
The garden of orange trees.
The treasures.
After my visit I was tired and in desperate need of a sangria and some tapas.... this buy quenched my thirst, and satisfied my appetite and the staff were such good company. We had some really good laughs about kiwis, south america, food and I confided in one particular person about something and our connection touched my heart and reminded me interrelatedness and how important people are to eachother.
I said good bye to Santaz Crus, the cathedral and Seville and headed back to the hotel to collect my bag, where I had another nice encounter with the concierge and after a hot walk to the bus station I finally hopped on the bus to Cordoba...
In Cordoba I got the number 3 bus and befriended 2 Dutch people, well they be friended me (I was grumpy and didn't feel like the small talk. But fortunately, I ended up staying where they were, despite the cost. The above photo is the dining area in the hotel.
The Mezquita (mosque) in front of the hotel.
I spent some time in my room freshening up and then I trotted down the road where I spent some time talking to the flamenco manager about being alone and wanting to know where I could have a seat that was part of the atmosphere. There was a 2 hour show at 10.30pm for 20 euro including a beverage.
Tonight I felt like a woman in charge. I tell you what travelling as a solo woman in Spain sure gets you some attention and, especially with the men I am afraid to say, women have some serious power. I fell in love with my own sense of womenhood tonight (don't worry I'll be over it tomorrow) and women in general. The flamenco was hot and sexy. I had a front row seat in the middle. But first I was told to go and eat at thsi restaurant and to ask for Albert. Alberto treated me like a princess with free dessert wine to finish the dining experience.
Crisp beer battered aubergine with dessert wine sauce and oxtail crouquettes. Heaven.
All I will say is that the flamenco oozed with life, love, and heartache. I was mesmerized and wanted to join the crew.
It started with a moody solo guitar number.
This man was my favourite and after the show he asked me where I was from and whether I'd ever thought of being a flamenco dancer. It is my new fantasy.
The women were beautiful, strong and compelling. I think the one second from the left may have been English. She was really funny and down to earth; real. The others were beautiful and much more restrained.
After the show I had an early morning stroll across the bridge feeling full of life.
I have jsut woken up on Sunday and it's 7am. I was asleep at 3am so back to sleep for me. Love to all.
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