Four hours on a train and three hours on a bus have brought us to Seville, the capital of Andalusia and, from our few hours here, a magical place. So I am interrupting this travel(b)log of Portugal to bring you a taste of Espana. 

This is my first trip to Spain, first trip to Portugal, too, though Spain is perhaps the odder country to have missed. It was worth the wait, though, given the introduction: a slow stroll through the Barrio Santa Cruz with its narrow lanes, lively restaurants (one with hams hanging from the ceiling) and active street life. 

Tomorrow there will be a walking tour and a palace visit and, I imagine, a few stops along the way.  Because I can already tell that Seville is a city meant for savoring.