Sunday, May 31, 2009

España - Day 3

Christina is gone when we get back to the house Friday evening. The promise to her mother to participate in El Rocio is important but her gleaming eyes and animated description tell me that she expects to have much fun.

The refrigerator is full of food. She has carefully prepared all of our meals until she returns, making sure to introduce us to more sevillaño food. Tonight´s supper, per Christina´s instructions, consists of more of her wonderful gazpacho-light, crisp but not heavily spiced; tortilla, a delicate omelet of eggs and mashed potatoes; and sautéed squash seasoned only with sea salt. Christina says that the sea salt available in Seville is the best in the world! We are determined to taste everything but won´t come close to eating all that she has prepared.

After supper at 9:30pm, we stroll through the neighborhood to the Cathedral and to the shopping neighborhood beyond. We see more people than ever; it is Friday night, after all - fin de semana, time for food, family and friends. The sidewalk cafés and tapas bar beckon with delicious smells. Caracoles (snails) are in season!

The Cathedral is beautiful and impressive with the Giralda, the symbol of Seville, rising solid, ancient in the evening sky. The list of announcements at the Cathedral´s gate is filled with confirmations. Weddings are not listed though this is wedding season. The remnants of one slowly dissolve into the evening. We save a tour for another day.

We walk along Avd. De la Constitución, watching carefully for the smoothly silent electric tram that glides down the middle. High end shops fill the storefronts, and the stylish sevillaños are testament to their popularity. We intend to shop, too, as we learn from what we see on the street.

Though not acculturated, we do blend in fairly well—except for my gray hair. I am a curiosity for someone my age. Gray hair is almost universally avoided, a necessary expense, it seems, for sevillañas. W says that I should throw caution to the wind and color my hair. I´m not convinced. I like being different.

¡Bastante! Enough! Our feet are tired, not yet in shape for the many kilometers of cobbled street.

3 comments:

Mama Sue said...

So by the end of your trip, do you think your will be blogging solamente en espanol?!? SO glad to hear from you - while enjoying my mind travels that I take while I'm working in my garden, I will be imagining cobblestones and gazpacho!! Now - up with some photos please!! I know you are relishing every day there. Susan

Not Arriving said...

Principalmente no. No todos mi familia y amigos compredan español. Now that Walt´s classes have started, I can strike out to explore. That´s my favorite part of traveling. Part of that exploration, of course, will be capturing how I see Sevilla in photos. I´ll also be searching for an apartment for next year so that we can have guests. Start planning, mi amiga!

Dorey Schmidt said...

Spanish or English—it is a thrill to walk with you and Walt through the neighborhoods of Sevilla and the wonders of Espana. Sensitive observations. Colorful descriptions. Gustatory adventures. (Caracoles—not!)