Sevilla Travel Blog› entry 9 of 14 › view all entries
I don't know if it was the expensive beer, the Licor 43, the lack of fresh air in our room or something else, but Mark and I both awoke with a slight hangover. The excellent breakfast buffet at
The main plan for today was a visit to the big Cathedral of Sevilla, but since it only opened at 11 o'clock we first walked to the Plaza del Torros (bullfightring) that mom and dad wanted to visit.
From the river we walked to the big cathedral to check out this supposed highlight of Sevilla. Well, what can I say, it's a cathedral ... and its big. Actually, it's huge, one of the largest cathedrals of the world, 126m long and 83m wide. It was built in the 15th century when the former mosque at the same location that had been used as a church had fallen into decay. The mosque's original minaret still stands tall and proud as the famous 90m high
I have to admit that the sheer size of the building was indeed impressive and the domes and stained glass windows are exceptionally nice.
After checking out the tomb of
We left the church around 2 o'clock and had a coffee and delicious Tarta de Baileys (Baileys cake) on a nearby terrace.
We really got away from the noise of the city and scorching sun (it was 31 degrees today) in the park. The park has 3500 trees, many fountains and lovely small buildings. And also gave me a chance to correct the bad karma I had built up by cursing in the cathedral when I tripped over a threshold. A wounded bird was drowning in one of the fountains, so I got it out and put it beneath a bush to recover, getting half-soaked in the process. Still, this seemingly wasn't enough good karma since some slight bad luck was in store for us. On the tourist map we were using, our hotel was depicted very near the end of the park. A new lesson learned: never trust a tourist map. It took another 45 minute walk to cross and area that according to the map was only 5 minutes by foot.
Since I already got myself wet by saving that bird (no pun intended) I decided I might as well take a swim. The water of the hotel's pool was very nice, much warmer than the freezing H2O in Almunecar. The next couple of hours were spent swimming, reading in my latest Dalai Lama book and taking a nap on one of the chairs besides the pool. As far as swimming was concerned, it was good to get a bit of exercise now that I was missing my frequent fitness sessions and was smoking a bit too much (trying to keep up with Mark, not to mention the sheesha's). I therefore decided to head for the gym at the top floor of the hotel, spending another 30 minutes on the treadmill. Sweating like a pig I returned to the room, took a shower and went downstairs to have dinner with mom; Mark and dad had left to check out one of the Flamenco performances in town. After dinner I had another go at uploading some pictures but once again the PC didn't like Travbuddy's Java tool all that much.