We are halfway through March already and I spent the greater part of this week on a short break in Seville. I went with Worth’s cousin Lorraine and another friend of hers, driving down to Surrey on Saturday, then the three of us made an early start Sunday morning.
After a little delay at Gatwick caused by the freezing weather and our plane needing de-icing we set of for our short trip to Seville. We arrived in glorious sunshine and made our way to our hotel and unpacked quickly, then grabbed a late lunch. We took a walk around the city to get our bearings then returned to our hotel, got cleaned up and set off for dinner. This was a wonderful collection of tapas washed down with a bottle of Rioja and afterwards we tumbled home and slept off our early start and journey.
Monday morning there was a vast array of tempting morsels was waiting for us at breakfast, then we set off for a tour of the Alcazar, which was a completely beautiful surprise for me, the gardens were spectacular and by all accounts lovelier than the Alhambra. We had another walk and some lunch, then in the afternoon explored the Plaza De España. At this point it started to rain, drizzle at first but then getting harder until we decided to return to our hotel and dry out. We had an hour of Flamenco before our evening meal which was again tapas, this time with a bottle of white.
Tuesday saw us up early, this time so that we could catch the train to Córdoba. It took less than an hour in a train travelling at about 130mph. Our first stop was the Cathedral Mosque, not something I was aware of but it was an amazing place. Having started life as a Christian church built by the Visigoths, it was the remodelled to become a mosque, then later adapted to become a Catholic cathedral. It seems that at no point did anyone think to knock it down but just carried on with what they had and extended it. The result is this incredible church. I am not into churches but this one deserves a use in a Bond film. After a spot of lunch we explored the Alcazar and got inside just as the wind got up and the heavens opened. This bad weather didn’t last long and we could soon explore the garden. Then we made our way back to the station and had a late tapas meal on the way back to our hotel.
Wednesday was our last day so we had planned a more relaxing day with a leisurely stroll to the Metropole Parador, an odd modern structure in the middle of a large Plaza. There seems to be no reason for its construction but I think that someone eating churros and chocolate at the cafe was inspired by the shape and swirliness of his churros and thought a raised viewing area based on a churro would make a talking point. It does. It’s not ghastly but I imagine it had a hard ride through it’s planning stages. Bit more walking, bit more lunch then the idea was to go to the Cathedral but I opted out of that and strolled about in the warm sun, as I knew it would be cold when I got home, then ended my day with a wine spritz on the roof garden. Now it was time to catch the bus to the airport and head home. The flight was longer than expected as the French air traffic controllers were on strike and so we had to go round France. (I think they have they been on strike on and off my whole life – I have never known why). Seville is a lovely place for a short break, I would suggest always staying in the old town as we did, as there are plenty of small hotels hidden in the alleys, and comfy shoes as there are lots of cobbles and suchlike and they make walking feet a bit sore.
Thursday I braved the M25 at 9.30am to get home foolishly thinking the rush hour might have dispersed. I don’t think it does – there is nothing more to say – it’s awful. How anyone can do that everyday of their working life is beyond me. I do love coming home.