We check out at 11am, walk to the bus stop (literally two minutes) and our bus arrives precisely three minutes late. Not bad even so! There are even spare seats although Ian decides to stand in the luggage bay with our cases. The bus does an extra loop (because it is Sunday) so, after almost 10 minutes, we end up a few yards down the road from where we got on. It cant be helpedits the one way system!
Thirty five minutes and we are at the bus station. Its noon so we eat a sandwich, use their facilities and buy a cold drink for the bus. We can drink but not eat on the buses here.
The bus has arrived, cases are loaded, and (as usual) we select the wrong side of the bus to sit onthe sun is blazing and the air con units above our heads are not working. Fortunately they do have curtains so we can block some of the furnace out.
Bang on time, we arrive in Seville just before 3pm. We set off for our which is a convenient fifteen minute walk from the bus station. Well actually its more like 25 minutes because our new large suitcase (never to be used again) has wheels with a mind of their own, especially when bumping over cobbles. Yes, we are located in the old town.
We have booked a private room in a block with a shared kitchen. Were not quite sure what to expect but its very conveniently located both for the sites and transport.
We have arrived at the We follow the detailed instructions as to how to enter. Its via a coded keypadbut the its a new fangled digital device so it takes us some time to figure it out. Thats because the keypad is not visible until you touch the secret button!
Inside we find the shared kitchenclean and well equipped and joy, a nice big fridge to cool our drinks in! We are on the second floor. The good news is that we are the only room on that floor. The bad news is that theres no lift. Ian valiantly takes the cases up. As usual we bought far too much stuff! Oh well, just one last trip down when we leave next week and that will be it!
We are both desperate for a shower and that cannot be put off. But also its a Sunday, and the restaurant opening times are a bit different today. If we dont find a restaurant soon they will be closed!
We make our way to a little square passing a bakery on the way. I pick up a loaf of bread and ask for some ‘leche (milk). Im sorry I dont speak English says the young lady. Oh dear, I thought I was speaking Spanish! I repeat the word and she understands. Yes, she has some long life. OK beggars cant be choosers. We have literally nothing left other than cheese triangles and a box of breakfast cereal in our ‘emergency rations.
Now at the restaurant in the square, there is a free table but they are closing soon. The waiter begrudgingly agrees that they will serve us a meal but we must order in the next five minutes. Ian is dithering about what he might or might not like off the menuoh, for gods sake just order the sirloin, surely we cant go wrong with that? OK, he will have the same as me. Apparently sirloin means pork but in a nice whisky sauce with chips - very tasty.
