Strolling the street of Sevilla

Today we had to check out since the only room available was twice the price! As much as we liked the luxury for the last couple of nights, our decision was made - Midnight bus to Lisbon! With our luggage in storage for the day we headed to the city centre. First pitstop, a quaint cafe where we drained our glasses of hot chocolate and munched on toasted cheese and ham sandwiches. Yummo! Next we joined the queue of people lining up to enter the cathedral. Fifteen minutes later and trying to fend off a one legged (well dressed) beggar we made it inside of the cathedral. The length of the interior was 126 metres and the height in the centre area reached 36 metres. It would have been absolutely freezing in the middle of winter. It wasn't until we read the information booklet that we discovered the cathedral of Seville is the most extensive gothic cathedral in the world - explained the many dark, eerie corners. Within the cathedral we headed up the Giralda bell tower. At the top of the 98 metre tall tower we admired the panoramic views of Seville. As we winded down the 35 levels of the tower - the need for some sunshine was required so we headed to the Orange Tree Courtyard, where we had some chuckles mucking around with our camera settings. As the rain clouds rolled in we got lost wandering through the streets which headed in the direction of the bus station. Here we wandering through the alleys - Pia spotting streetart whilst I tried not to trip over my own feet on the cobblestones for the umpteenth time.

Once our bus tickets were purchased we headed along the riverfront and through Constitucion avenue back to the market stalls. Around the corner was a local supermarket where we stocked up on our little picnic supplies. Even with the impending rain on the horizon we still purchased a little bottle of red, chorizo and crackers. Next stop the French market stall for some mulled wine - Pia had been craving some festive goodness. So as we nursed our mulled wine under the shelter of the French stall, whilst watching generous portions of chocolate crepes being served and a nearby busker entertain the next generation with his skills at making gigantic bubbles. A good chuckle when a large bubble would stray out of the children's grasp into an unsuspecting pedestrian - POP!

With our bellies warmedand plastic cups in hand we headed to the foreshore to take up the local tradition. Unfortunately it wasn't a glorious afternoon like the previous day, but bearable! After a mini mission to get the bottle open - thanks Swiss Army knife! We watched the sky change shades, evening walkers stroll the park and cheeky youth entertain themselves and us with their firecracker shenanigans.

Now officially frozen to the bone, from spending 10 hours on the streets of Sevilla - we headed to the safety of our hotel to abuse the free wifi, whilst we waited for midnight to roll around, so we could catch our much anticipated bus ride. ;)


Backpacks strapped, we made our way to the station, where we joined another 40 souls heading to Lisbon. Thankfully all went without a hitch. Sadly, when we arrived in Lisbon, 5:45am the next morning one of our fellow travelers bags had be stolen. Leaving us concerned for the young fella but also thankful it wasn't our bags - probably the weight of the Moroccan rugs had come in handy for once.