Day 87 - Córdoba a Seville - October 9, 2013

Day 87 - Córdoba a Seville - October 9, 2013

Got up, got organized, and got a taxi (yup living high on the hog) to the train station. 

It's a noisy train this morning. Two or three people are talking on their cell phones and the four people in front of me are having breakfast or a snack of potato chips and other foods in crinkly wrappers. One woman talked on the phone for the whole forty five minute train ride. I think my ear would be sore. 

My pet peeve is women who pee on the toilet seat and don't clean up after themselves. I mean seriously, if you want to pee standing up like men do, then grab some toilet paper and lift the frigging toilet seat. This morning I encountered one of these who didn't even flush the toilet. Germaphobe? I hate cleaning up after women who do this, but I hate sitting on a wet seat worse. 

It must be burning day between Cordóba and Seville, because there was a lot of smoke out in the fields that looked like controlled burning. I noticed this along the Caminoi, like outside Ponferrado. It's like regulated so you only have poor air quality for a limited time. 

Anyway, I got to Seville all dry. I got a cab (really living it up) to the hotel. I was flabbergasted when I opened the door to the room. I think it's the nicest too I've ever stayed in anywhere, ever. And I've stayed in some very fancy, very expensive hotels (usually when someone else paid for them.) this hotel is in an old building that's been restored and it only has six rooms. The downstairs, which is part of the hotel is a restaurant and a cooking school. I can't wait to see what breakfast is like, it's included with the room. And it's not that expensive. The

bed is as big as a football field and it has a step down living room with a fireplace and a big screen TV. The bathtub is a jacuzzi. I'm in heaven. Though I do love the bunk beds in the albergues too. ;)

Before I leave the hotel I have the woman at the reception office make reservations for me for tonight at the flamenco show she recommends and for tomorrow night at a place that Trip Advisor recommends. Tomorrow I will go get a ticket for either Friday or Saturday at the Museum of Flamenco where Leea and I saw a great show four years ago. I also looked up meetings and found an English speaking one Satunday morning at 10:30. I called the number for it and talked to Dave who told me where it was and how to get there. He has also walked the Camino, so we talked about that for a while. 

I got out of the hotel about three and wandered over to the Alcazar. I was wondering if it is as wonderful as I remember it to be. I've been in it three times before. Well I got there and found out it closes at five this time of year. I also found out it will only cost me two euro to go on because I'm old. So I decide I can go today and another time or two. It was even better than I remember it. 

I went to the flamenco show and it was fantastic. I just love flamenco. This show was one of the dramatic types. I just love the looks on their faces and the body language. We weren't allowed to take pictures. Sorry. They had three female dancers, three male dancers, three singers and two guitar players. I think one of the singers was this good looking young man Leea and I saw playing a drum at an outdoor show in Granada. Then we saw him the next day on the

train ride from hell (two screaming children in the seat behind us) to Seville. One of the male dancers was about seven feet tall and really skinny. It made the foot and leg movements look even faster. After the show I was coming down the stair from the rest room and one of the female dancers said she really liked my hair. 

I got lost on the way home. Easy to do in this city and more fun than aggravating or scary. And now it's time to get some sleep. Lots of things to see and do tomorrow. Sleep with the angels.