What another great Spanish city.
As I dived from the grassy banks into the mighty Rio Grande river that meanders through Seville, I surfaced to pungent smell of citrus fruits, oranges, orange blossoms and other aromas that make your heart sing. The smell of the odd empanada cooking in the wood-fired oven also wafted across this mighty river.
The ruins of the 260 bc Roman ruins at Italica just outside of Seville
were also a highlight. This is the oldest known Roman town in existence and was the Spanish home of Hadrian.
I am not too sure why the Romans set up camp outside of Seville because there are more tapas bars and restuarants in Madrid.
Wait till the next exciting episode because I have found the mother of all ticketing machines, not the bastard child that all Victorians have been lumbered with, stay tuned.
Going to a barber in Seville today!!
Be careful at the Barber Shop dear, I’ve heard some odd things about siestas