After much tossing and turning and listening to Melvyn Bragg chat with people who knew lots about a rebellion in China in the eighth century we both woke late.

Breakfast in these places can be just about ok or deeply bad. I’m not sure what it is about my personality that invariably chooses the latter. I guess I’m taunting the gods to deliver that heart attack that such a meal deserves 🤷.

Anyway, I finished off with a small plate of fruit in an effort to placate the cardiac gods. I’m still here so it looks like it worked, at least for the moment and it’s too late now in any case. I’m adopting an unredeemedly good lifestyle full of fruit, nuts, seeds, vegetables and tofu enhanced with 10km runs, 40km bike rides, pull ups, push ups and sit ups. Consequently I will live for ever or at least long enough to see the USA pass through its fascist, ‘let’s be like Germany in the 30s’, ‘I want to emulate the Führer’ or ‘I wanna be like Putin’ state and return to its normal ‘where is Rome? Is it in the Pacific somewhere’ state of geographical torpor.

I have no doubt that Greenland is now shaking in anticipation of a final liberation from polar bears by the incoming Delta force. What a world 😞.

On to other matters.

Beautifully high ceilings, lovely almond cake, beer in my case, white wine in Dorothy’s. I never had any doubt that we’d find it, Dorothy on the other hand should be renamed Thomas.

This is Dorothy holding up a wisteria pod that we managed to pull down from an overhead wisteria by my lifting Dorothy high into the air. Jumping up repeatedly and trying to snag one gave passing pedestrians much amusement but not much success for me. Dorothy is hoping to grow wisteria from the contents of the pod 🤞.

Seville is on the via de la Plata or for many people the start of the Camino. It’s one heck of a long walk in difficult conditions and there are interesting accounts written by intrepid souls who have walked it successfully. Maybe one day.

We’re back in the hotel, it’s 17:44 and we’re unlikely to venture out again before dashing across the road to catch the airport bus at 8 o’clock tomorrow morning. Seville is a nice town, human sized with narrow streets, old architecture and a surrealist edge, something you find all over Spain.

Until next time

Buenas noches