Our trip from Lisbon to Seville was long. It allowed us to catch up with our sleep, read our books or listen to music. It was also nice to just stare out at the rolling hills. We passed through Alentejo area with its cork and eucalyptus trees. We made stops in towns with white-painted villages and olive and almond plantations. One almost desolate town was so tiny, no one seemed to care that cars were parked on the sidewalks. Seville was nice, especially because our hotel was in town. Most things were walking distance. The supermarket was next door. Our hotel also had a bar and pool on the top, sixth floor. Our first night we went to a flamenco show. The food was tapas style but nothing special. The dancers were beautiful and talented, but we probably could have found a better show on our own. Still, all the colorful outfits and Spanish music were entertaining. Before heading back to the hotel we stopped at La Plaza de España which lit up in the evening. We spe...
The journey not the arrival matters. -T. S. Eliot