A Day in Seville

We left Estepona to begin our 2 1/2 hour journey 

to Seville in the dark of night.  As we drove we 

could see dawn breaking over north Africa.

The day was looking bright and sunny and I was

hoping to find lots of treasures at the Thursday

Antique Market in Seville.  We were making great

time and then the rain started.  We made it to the

city and got terribly lost and ended up in a part of

the city that was definitely not for tourists, we were

on the tiny streets that I call "mirror scrapers" in

our Citroen Picasso that I called Das Boot.  After a 

long backtrack we parked near the bullring and 

started our day of exploring.

We hopped a bus to the Macarena district in

the northern part of the city.  I went into an

antique store to ask about the market but 

they said it would be canceled due to the rain.

Noooooo...

So we went to church instead.  Specifically

to the Basilica of Nuestra Senora de la 

Esperanza Macarena.  It is a small but

beautiful Neobaroque church built in the

20th century.

It is so well known because it houses the 

Virgin of Hope statue, the most revered

image in Seville.

The wooden statue dates from the 17th

century.  La Macarena is the Patron 

Saint of matadors.

You can climb behind the altar to 

view the church as the Madonna does.

Through mirrors on each side we can view

her face, including the crystal tears of the

Crying Virgin.

The museum attached to the church 

houses the floats, costumes and treasury

of the Holy Week Brotherhood.  These

items are used in the Holy Week processions

called Semana Santa which happen all over

Spain during Holy Week but are very popular

and elaborate in Seville.

This paseo shows:  When Pilate saw that he could

 prevail nothing, but that rather a tumult was made, 

he took water, and washed his hands before the 

multitude, saying, I am innocent of the blood of this 

just person: see ye to it.

The rain had stopped when we left the 

church so we decided to walk back to the

central part of the city.  We took lots of

photos, popped into a bakery for a little

treat to eat on the way...

... now, it may have taken a bit longer than

anticipated since I jumped into every other 

doorway to take photos of the tiles in the

vestibules.  So beautiful.

Seville is a very pretty city,  I always feel 

the best way to get to know a place is to

walk its streets.

We finally made it down to the beautiful

plaza near the Cathedral.

The Catedral de Santa Maria de la Sede is

the largest Gothic cathedral and the 3rd

largest church in the world.  

I have been in A LOT of Gothic cathedrals

and I have to admit I am not a big fan.

I find them too large and too cold.  Now 

Mr. Wonderful and I differ on this subject.

When we are traveling around Europe there

is often a church on every block and we often

have this same conversation:

Mr. W:  Ohhh, look a church.

Me: We can't go into every church we see.

Mr. W: I'll just pop in really fast...

Me:  Grrrrr...

So here is my confession.  I had words 

with Mr. W in the cathedral.  Maybe it was

because we were up before dawn, maybe 

because we walked what felt like many 

miles, okay, maybe I was cranky but 

essentially I told Mr. W to find himself a 

church that travels and go visit churches 

with them.  Yeah, not my finest moment.

And I was in church.

I can appreciate the architecture ~ yes.

But I find that I can't help thinking

about Martin Luther...

An interesting fact about the cathedral is

the presence of the tomb of Christopher

Columbus, though there is a dispute about

whether or not his remains are actually here.

I soon escaped to the Patio de 

las Naranjos.  It is filled with the

beautiful orange trees that are seen

all over Seville.  Don't be tempted to 

eat them though, they are bitter and 

used for marmalade.

From the patio you can see the Giralda

Bell Tower ~ a former minaret of the 

mosque that stood on the site.

After a little time in a cafe I was in a 

better mood which is generally what 

happens when I visit a cafe.  We then

visited the Alcazar of Seville, a Royal

Palace and formerly a Moorish fort.

I have heard the Alcazar described as 

a small Alhambra.  I would agree, I 

found it to be more colorful than the

Alhambra.

The gardens are breathtaking, even

in February.

And there was one after another...

after another.

The rains started again so we walked

back to our car and headed home and 

thought we were doing so well when 

once again we missed the road we needed

and this time it was in rush hour traffic.

Ugh.

When we finally found our way we had

a pretty frightening trip home through the

mountains in a downpour.

But we had to get home because we were

going to see Flamenco that night.

Then home to pack because we were moving to

a different village the next day and we had to be

up before dawn again since we were headed to

Granada the next day, another 2 1/2 hour trip

through the mountains in the other direction.

And this is why we often feel we need a 

vacation after our vacation...