Seville, Sevilla!

For the first time in the history of this blog, there will be a guest contributor, introducing my travelling partner MICHAEL ORLANDO!!!

From Michael:
Hey Ya'll, Roselie has been telling me all about this blog business, and at first i was confused. I have just recently learnt how to use a computer and now the internet. And since i have now realized that they have blogs on computer, i was compelled (by Roselie) to write something and spice this baby up! And since we now have Five 'Followers', i decided the audience was now big enough to hear my voice.
So, after two weeks in the lovely Costa Del Sol area, we have arrived in the the beautiful and Spanish city of Seville or Sevilla - located in Spain. This place is about four hours away from the region where we spent our first two weeks. In order to get here, we had to get up (before noon, despite my protests) to Fuengirola and take a bus ride that brought us winding all the way up a mountain and all the way down the other side. The Spanish are a curious people, faced with this same mountain in North America, we would have just blasted a hole right through the fucker and been done with it. Our heads were literally in the clouds, and despite the large man-voiced woman behind us, i enjoyed the scenery very much.
Since there was no information available about which of Seville's three bus stations we would be arriving at, we had to take a chance and make things happen. I used my devastating charm (which has gotten us out of more than a few tight spots) and new found Spanish skills to convince a gaggle of middle-aged women to help us along the way. Most of them didn't speak English, and since i don't speak Spanish, save for knowing the lyrics to the song 'La Bamba' in full - it wasn´t much help in the end. Since Rose is so good with a map, we got to our hostel before the Gypsies realized that my large travelling case was chock full of rubies (the likes of which you have never seen).
We ended up at the legendary Sevilla Inn Hostel and after chaining my ruby-case to the bed, making some fast friends, we went out into the night in search of Tapas and low-cost Spanish beer. There is a Gentleman named Senor Cruzcampo: a beer that is cheaper than water and far more delicious. Unlike Canada and most other civilized countries, the Spanish have no regard for liquor laws and will sell a toddler enough champagne and peach schnapps to knock out Winston Churchill.
The next morning we awoke very early (i hadn't seen that side of 9am in weeks) and took to the town for sightseeing and, general merriment and adventure. Seville is a beautiful old city with enough incredible buildings to house the Tourism office in an old Palace. I have included just a few of the amazing photos taken through out the day. We were thinking of hitting the road Monday morning for the beachtown of Lagos, but i have fallen in love with this city - and we are going to stay until Tuesday in order to see more of the action. I will leave you with this: when a city has a Cathedral that takes up a city block, you know they are a religious people. But when the Gypsies run around the outside trying to give you sprigs of holly and grabbing your hand to tell your 'Fortune' you start to re-think things, and by the way - all Spanish Gypsies understand, 'Get away from me you filthy Spaniard!'
Until next time,
Michael