Up early, and we decided to head straight for our last major stop, Seville. After a sat nav misdirected detour around Vejer, and a short motorway drive enlivened by I Spy, we arrived at an Aire at the port, walking distance to the centre. Definitely somewhere I'm pleased to be staying in a motorhome with a functioning bathroom (theirs was very grotty), but very convenient.
We walked along the river into the city, beginning to get a flavour of Seville: broad boulevards; plentiful pretty green spaces filled with trees; lots of cyclists and students; and beautiful, gracious buildings everywhere you look. Jemima was asleep, so we stopped for a quick sandwich before heading into the Cathedral - the kind of Spanish sandwich shop they don't seem to have anywhere else: amazing racks of hams, wonderful bread, everything fresh and done with care by serious looking men in white coats. Delicious. Then a touch of the godly, embodied by the enormous, richly adorned Cathedral (apparently the biggest altarpiece in the world). And a surprise inside: a graceful courtyard filled with orange trees (presumably Seville).
We woke Jemima up while sitting in a cafe in the warm sun (it's a bit chilly in the shade now, but the sun is still lovely). She had her sandwich, then it was her treat: a horse-drawn carriage ride (although I actually see her as an excuse to do something I really love...). Brilliant fun - the fact it went over a lot of the same ground we'd walked, we took as a compliment to Kevin's navigation skills earlier.
Then her second treat: a promise of churros (doughnuts). These proved harder to find, unlike in Granada where they were everywhere. After some walking, we resorted to Seville's posh hotel, which we'd seen on our carriage ride, and their afternoon tea. The tea was a bit rubbish - definitely not in the league of an English tea (doorstep sandwiches!). But it was really lovely to be in a nice hotel, and for a minute we toyed with the idea of checking in for a night or two. But eventually we decided against, and returned by "taxi car" (as Jemima calls it) to Beatrix - through a few hundred teenagers all hanging out by the port gates, a slice of Seville youth life. And actually, when back in the van, I was happy we had decided against - much as the luxury (and space) were appealing at the time, you can't beat the comfort and convenience of our moveable home.
A view of Vejer:
Seville:
The wonderful sandwich shop
The Cathedral
Jemima having lunch post-nap:
The carriage ride:
One for you Mum! The name of the restaurant at the posh hotel:
Vejer de la Frontera to Seville:
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