but we all know there is no truth to that. We check out the Metropol Parasol (this huge modern art-looking large wooden structure) at night, but it is closed so grab ice cream instead. We walk Natalia back to her flat and head back after making plans to meet up again the next evening.
Waking up early the next day, we have breakfast 
at the hotel and head to the Seville Cathedral to get in line before it opens. It is massive and extremely ornate with the longest nave of all the cathedrals in Spain. Inside is the tomb of Christopher Columbus and
a tall bell tower you can climb for great views across the city. We wander the city more, do a little shopping at a small craft mall and stop for a menu del dia lunch. We head back to the hotel for a quick siesta before meeting up with Natalia at the Real Alcazar. 
I had done an earlier internet search and found out that morning that it is free on Mondays from 6-7 for a limited number of tickets. 
By paying 1 euro a ticket, you could bypass the lines for the free tickets and just show your emailed ticket. Worked perfectly! 
The Real Alcazar was beautiful. It is the Royal Palace of Seville and and old Moorish fort. It is a mix of many styles of architecture and design and apparently was featured on Game of Thrones (I swear, I must be the only person who has never watched that show). 
It was fun to wander the courtyards, gardens, and baths full of fountains and detailed stone and ceramic tile work. Afterwards, we headed across the river to the Triana district. I had heard of a flamenco place called Casa Anselma which supposedly had long lines and started up around midnight. We grabbed a few tapas here and there and wandered around. Had dinner at an outdoor plaza spot before heading over to Casa Anselma, There was no line and no signs of life, so it must have been closed that night. Sad I missed it. Natalia went several nights after and said it was great fun. But we did stop for fabulous homemade small batch ice creams at Heladeria Bolas. Nice woman working let me try several flavors as it was hard to pick between their traditional flavors like salted caramel and the less traditional but strangely delicious fig and creamy cheese. We got to enjoy our ice creams outside as the shop woman closed up and Wade made friends with a little boy that lived upstairs from the shop before heading back to the hotel.Our final day was spent heading back to Triana. The area is not only known for its flamenco bars, but also its famous Seville ceramics (and I wanted to find a ceramic tile to bring home for my house). I didn't see any tile that spoke to me, so we wandered Mercado de Triana before heading back to the hotel empty handed. We grabbed a delicious lunch at Al Aljibe near our hotel in the plaza and played a little cribbage before taking a little siesta.
After the previous night's bust at flamenco, we had reserved a flamenco show at La Casa del Flamenco. We headed over a little early to try to get good seats, and then wandered around. I saw this cute little antique shop, Populart, and wandered in. The shop owner was so nice and patiently explained all kinds of things about the ceramics of the area. I found just the tile I wanted! Scurried over to the Flamenco show and Wade had scored us great seats. The show was FANTASTIC! So much emotion and talent and they really seem to put their all into it! We both enjoyed it immensely. 
After the show, we met up with Natalia at Metropol Parasol to head to the upper level to catch the sunset and enjoy a sangria. We grabbed dinner in one of the many outdoor plazas and said our goodbyes to Natalia, as we had to go pack for early flight back to Barcelona in the morning for the flights home.Trip photos are up online or you can view them as a slideshow.
Love,
Betsy
I didn't have to look hard for ice cream and found it within minutes. I picked up our Alhambra tickets purchased online and then I visited the cathedral in town and then headed over to find a famous churros and chocolate place called Cafe Futbol. I followed my ice cream snack with some delicious churros and a teacup full of hot pudding-ey chocolate to dip them in. 
Wade met back up with me and we went for a walk, checking out some art stores and then a small church named Iglesia de San Pedro. The church is full of trinkets and you can climb up lots of uneven stairs to the bell tower. You can see Alhambra on the hill overlooking the town and I can't wait to go inside. Visiting Alhambra has been a dream of mine after seeing so many pictures of it on the internet. We also went to see a Spanish Inquisition museum exhibit with medieval torture devices,history of the town during the Inquisition, and preservation of extremely old Jewish artifacts. We head to bed early, as we didn't sleep much today with our early flight and we have to be up again early in the morning for our much anticipated 8:30 entrance to the Palace portion of Alhambra.
of our entrance ticket time as it was reserved a month in advance, so we caught a cab up the hill. We got there in plenty of time. Once you are in the Nasrid Palaces at your entry time, you can take as long as you want in any of the areas. An 8:30am entry time was perfect, as we got in before the crowds and my guess is, it gets more crowded as the day goes on. Our timing was great for photos and exploring, as sometimes we felt like we were the only ones in the palace. 
It is truly breathtaking. 
The architecture and detail are spectacular with carved wall, massive columns, colorful tiles, and stars cut in to the ceilings. We spent quite a while in the palaces exploring before exiting to see the other areas. Next we went out to a courtyard where stray cats roam the grounds looking for any one to feed them bits of snacks. 
We visited the Alcazaba fortress and climbed up towers and walls with beautiful town views. There are old remnants of the city where you can make out walls and firepits and imagine where and how people lived. Quick snack break and then off to Charles V Palace. 
More beautiful stone carvings, but totally different style. Renaissance structure and detail with circular open area in the middle like a mini-colosseum. There are also mosque baths to explore and gardens everywhere. 
We reached the Generalife and gardens and it was staring to get really crowded, as we were dodging in between endless very large tour groups. We spent over six hours there exploring the grounds. As we headed out, we were again glad we had gotten in early as it started to drizzle, with a forecast of thunderstorms later in the afternoon. 
There is a festival in town celebrating a famous bullfighter from the town, Pedro Romero, who is the founder of modern day bullfighting rules. It is why there are no more hotel rooms (I had taken a guess at when the festival would be based on previous years, but the dates hadn't been announced yet when I booked the hotel at less than 40 euros a night before prices went up... which is probably we why got a sub par room). The streets are decorated and some local women and kids are dressed up in traditional Spanish dresses with flowers in their hair. 
There is a bridge overlooking a large gorge with whitewashed houses on the cliffs. We found a restaurant patio at a plaza near an outlook over the nearby mountains. A man sat in the plaza playing lovely guitar music and we had a pitcher of sangria and played cribbage. 
We decided to stay for dinner and I had yummy lamb chops and got to catch the tail end of the sunset as it went behind the mountains. We walked around the bullfighting ring, which normally has tours, but was closed for tourist due to the big bullfighting show which is to occur right after we leave. Supposedly lots of people come from all over Spain to see it.
The next morning, we wake up, planning to go hike to the bottom of the gorge and back up. But the guy at the hotel desk speaks better English than anyone at the desk previously and informs us that there will be a bullfight at 5:30pm that evening, instructing us on how to go buy tickets. We hot-foot it over to the bullfighting ring and get tickets. I have been in many countries with bullfighting and have yet to go to an event. I have never been sure I could take witnessing the violence, as an animal lover. But I have always tried to be as open as possible to new experiences while traveling, and I had wrestled with the question when planning my trip to Spain. Ronda has a long history with bullfighting and it appears ingrained in their culture. Their ring is a very small ring, seating about 3,000 people at most. It was supposedly the first ring built in the world specifically for bullfighting. Ernest Hemingway used to come to this ring, when he fell in love with the "sport." I had thought if I were to attend a bullfight, Ronda would be the best (and probably only) way I would be willing to see it. After thinking there was only the fight after we left, I thought there was no chance so I was pretty excited when we got tickets. Afterwards, we wandered around a bit more and found a man painting the spectacular view of the gorge using only oil paints and a small metal spatula. The paintings were great and Wade bought an original piece. Instead of our hike, we had lunch at a place that had yummy options for their menu del dias (menu of the day). Lunch is the big meal in Spain, and the menu del dia is a great value if you can find one that has options you want. I had a beer, a bowl of gazpacho soup starter, a large pork meal, bread, and an ice cream sundae for dessert all for 10 euros. Then it was time for a siesta, as Southern Spain is heating up again after the few cool days after the rain. 
That evening, we dress up and head to the bullfight. The ring is small and it is like you can feel the history in it. There is no lights, no announcements, nothing other than a small refreshment stand for drinks. The only music is played by a live orchestra band. 
Our seats are right next to the Presidential box, with Wade sitting next to an older Spanish woman who says she always sits in that seat and me next to an older gentleman who also seems to be a regular (neither speaking any English, but both trying to help us understand). In fact, most in the stadium appear to be regulars, saying there hellos to each other and bringing their little pads for the concrete seats. The band comes in to the ring and takes their seats up in a top few rows. 
Women in beautiful dresses come in and sit in the presidential box with someone important. And then with little pomp and circumstance, it starts. The outfits worn by the fighters in the ring are so ornate and beautiful. 
The guy who opens the gate to let the bull out is dressed in dark grey plain clothes, looking like an executioner. There is a dance to the whole thing between the fighters and the bull. There is also a whole lot of fighters strutting about, chest poofed out in their fancy outfits. Some fighters appeared very young. 
There is a warning before the bull is killed, as the matador asks the main person in the presidential box for permission and the crowd gets very still and quiet. 
When executed well, people cheer. There was one instance that it appeared the bull suffered more due to mistakes on the fighters part, and people expressed unhappiness with the performance. The last performance had the toughest bull. It put two people on the ground (they didn't appear injured, but it maybe made me a little happy to see the bull scare them good). But eventually it ended. As the final matador took his walk around the ring where people in the stands cheer and throw fans, hats, and flowers down, someone threw a live chicken. He then carried it around the ring. Wade and I laughed at this, trying to imagine the guy in the crowd holding this chicken for the past several hours. Also, they checked our bags on entry and we couldn't have the bottle caps from our cokes, being given the motion no due to fact they could be thrown? How do live chickens fit into all this?!? Both of us were glad we had the experience but agreed neither one of us wanted to go again. I do wish I could speak better Spanish so I could ask all the questions I had (how old are some of the matadors because they look like they are about 18, who that is in the presidential box, etc.) After the fights, we had a 9pm table reservation at 
It was seriously the best meal I can remember in a very long time. They cut the pig for you at the table. The skin was perfectly salted and crispy and the meat fell off the bone with a juice we were instructed to spoon around the meat as to not mess up the perfect skin. I am still drooling as I write about it.
We walk around and find lunch (I think I was hangry at this point) and then a quick seista as it is pretty hot here in the afternoons. After our quick seista, we walk over to the nearby La Mezquita. 
The mosque-turned cathedral is full of red and white columns (that remind me of candy canes), religious artwork of which its significance is lost on me, as well as lots of detailing from columns to ceiling.
We wandered town and check out the Calleja de las Flores, a small alley lined with blue flower pots. And for dinner, we found a place on the internet called 
There decor revolves around hunting and their menu seems full of comfort food. We ordered venison meatballs in gravy, oxtail stew, and wild boar in tomato sauce. All were fabulous and the restaurant was decorated in a Spanish hunting motif. Wandering back to our hotel, we found the restaurant patio our big hotel windows opened to had a live flamenco performance, which we watched from the room.
The next morning, we got up and had our coffees. We took a walk along the Roman bridge across the river, taking in the views and enjoying watching the birds and fish (pretty sure I also saw some sort of river otter). We had lunch and then hopped on the train again, heading to Seville. This will be our last and final stop before flying back to Barcelona and then home on Wednesday.
We wandered about, walking over the River Nervion and heading to the Guggenheim. Amazing Frank Geary structure that has reflections of light off the curved metal structure. We also got to see the huge dog outside the museum made of flowers 
(Wade says it is basically the world's biggest Chia Pet, and maybe he is not wrong). We wandered the pretty tree-lined streets and landscaped parks full of flowers and fountains. We briefly stopped in a "casino" that has various forms of video poker (because we needed to use a restroom). We walked all around, but most restaurants we found were expensive or needed reservations. We finally stopped at a neighborhood corner bar for a few pinxtos.
We head back to the river front near our hotel and grabbed a seat on the pavement to watch the 10:45 nightly fireworks for the festival. I had figured they would just be small, as they do them every night for a week. But they were huge, running for about 15-20 minutes, rivaling our 4th of July fireworks. I can't even imagine how much they cost to put on for a whole week!
The next day, I headed over to the Guggenheim. There was no line when I went at 10:30am. Wade waited outside and I wandered around for several hours. There were a couple exhibits of interest to me, but I found it to be a bit of a disappointment. 
One piece that was a standout was this enormous painting by Anselm Kiefer entitled "The Renowned Orders of the Sky" with a person laying on dry, cracked earth staring up at the stars of the night sky. I stared at it for about 20 minutes and it may be my new favorite painting. Afterwards, Wade and I headed over one of the many river bridges to try to catch the feats of strength contests featuring rock lifting and log splitting, 
but kept getting sidetracked by other free shows. We missed the feats of strength but saw great street art performers with dancers, juggling, and horns to entertain people of all ages. 
We had a nice lunch in the plaza outside a church and got to take a picture with the festival mascot, a woman with her arms up that gets marched around the city for the week (and then supposedly lit on fire at the end of the festival). After that was time for a siesta. When we woke up, I noticed the jamon store across from our hotel and just put out fresh sandwiches, so of course I had to grab one. We walked a bit and then stumbled on to a great restaurant called 
We then visited the Ribera Market before heading to the airport. It was listed as the biggest space of a covered markets in Europe, but it didn't feel all that big. I did have some beautiful stained glass and a nice place for coffee and breakfast pinxtos. Then we headed by bus to the Bilbao airport for our flight to Madrid.
The next morning, we woke up and got out before the day heated up. We headed to a garden behind the Royal Palace and wandered around (truth be told, mainly I ignored the historical stuff and chased the many peacocks around the park as if they were tour guides). 
We headed to the city center, visiting the market and then sitting at an outdoor cafe with shade and nice breeze near a plaza park. I had wanted to visit the Anatomy Museum at the University that I had read about, but they emailed me back to let me know it was closed until September. Quick trip across the street to the Robot Museum that didn't look like much, so we just visited the store looking at Star Wars stuff. Siesta and then drinks and food at our little corner restaurant we had visited the day before. The staff remembered us and greeted us, as did the other local patrons who seem to hang out there every afternoon. 
Played a few games of cribbage (I had given Wade a travel board, as we play often) and then scooted off back to the hotel to grab our bottle of cava gifted to us by Lola, our sweet woman neighbor in Barcelona. Took it up to watch the sun set at the Templo de Debod, an Egyptian temple which was gifted to Spain for their help building the Aswan Dam. 
At night, the temple is lit up, bats fly about swooping over the water and there was a fire dancer performance. I can't get over how there is so much outdoor space in Spain for hanging out and enjoying. The spaces are all so well designed, generally free to everyone, and so safe and clean. I love it and wish we had more of it in Seattle. We then took the subway to a new area of town and wandered past cathedrals and through plazas until bed.
We took an easy day, seeing the front side of the Royal Palace and then walking along the river, checking out the wild parakeets that roam the city parks. 
We wandered through a nice rose garden on the way back to the hotel, suggested by a random jogger that showed us the entrance. After a siesta, we went back to our little corner restaurant. While it is not the best food, I like the staff, even though little to no English is spoken. We are now warmly greeted by staff (even my favorite serious, semi-surly but hard working one) and the older gentleman who always has his afternoon cigar and whisky at an outside table next to ours. We even get a white table cloth this time, which must just be reserved for regulars. I was kind of sad that it would be our last time there. But we headed off to the Prado Museum during the nightly 6-8pm free admission time. 
But first we stopped by for me to get a closer look at this amazing building Mario took us by on our tour the first night. Palacio de Longoria is an Art Nouveau palace that now houses the Spanish General Society of Authors and Editors. Such detail and beauty in this type of architecture, and being a nature-lover, it is right up my alley. 
When arriving at the Prado,I was afraid we wouldn't get in when first seeing the line for free admission. But the line moves extremely quickly. So much amazing art (but no photos allowed)! A whole room of Hieronymous Bosch work and lots of Goya were the highlights for me. 
We then headed to a yet another nearby very large city park with statutes, a large lake with rowboats, and the crystal palace, which is a large iron and glass building like an empty greenhouse. 
Pretty place to spend sunset and then we headed back towards our hotel and grabbed dinner at a restaurant with sidewalk seating. We had fun playing with a little kid named Kimmie, the son of the bodega mart owners next to the restaurant. Staff of the neighboring businesses all kind of keep an eye on him. He kind of latched on to us, asking Wade to help fix his broken toy. He had waaaay more energy than us, wanting to get lifted up to see every police car and see all the pictures on our phones (he especially liked the ones of Wade in uniform on a horse and the fireworks videos from Bilbao).
We took the bus up the hill to the old town plaza and checked out the old cathedral which was begun in the 1100s. We enjoyed walking around in the cooler weather, walking down narrow cobblestone alleys that would be lined in colorful houses and the open up to spectacular views over the river gorges 
We got stuck in a torrential downpour as storms rolled through, but luckily it passed quickly. There is lots of artists in the town with many statues and artistic details, even with eyes painted in the hillside that reminded me of the Great Gatsby. We stopped for lunch the only place open, as they take seista time very seriously here and everything shuts down for hours. 
Then we went on a tour of the tunnels under the old town (only offered in Spanish, so didn't get so much out of the tour). After more wandering, we walk down the hill back to our hotel and grab dinner across the street in a plaza surrounded by apartments. It seems many people just come down and eat and the kids stay out playing in the plaza, even at 11pm (which seems typical in Spain). Not many people speak English, but it is a very enjoyable place and a nice respite from the city heat. If doing it again, I would definitely stay in Cuenca for several nights and maybe book a hotel in the old town on top of the hill.
checking out some of the older architecture around a big plaza. We wander over to check in on a paella cooking class that I tried to reserve online to make sure we still had a reservation. Then we went to check out the very long city park that runs through downtown. 
It is full of several water features, flowers, art, and play areas. One of these play areas was one of the reasons I wanted to visit Valencia (in addition to the fact we could fly to Grenada without backtracking and it is the birthplace of paella). 
The play area is shaped like a huge Gulliver from Gulliver's Travels. There are stairs to run up and huge slides down. Sadly, it was not closed for maintenance the day we were there. But at least I still got to look at it over the closed fencing :( The park ends at a huge Arts & Science Complex, which are all these interconnected modern buildings. There are interspersed outdoor art exhibits which you can enjoy for free. 
We checked out the photography and statues. We had walked quite a ways, and for some reason, there were no nearby subway stops. Wade talked the very touristy car-train that appears to be mainly for kids to drop us off at the nearest metro stop mid-tour for a small fee (and he had to talk me in to getting on it, as it reminded me og the stupid Ride the Duck tours in Seattle that I hate with a passion). We get back to our hotel area and run some errands and then head off to a paella cooking class we had agreed to take. 
The class at 
your paella for dinner with salad and leftovers to take home, recipe and photos, and a diploma. Great evening that Wade and I both really enjoyed the class and it was well worth the money. Can't recommend it highly enough! Hopefully will be able to recreate the paella once we are home.