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Ariel,
Delightful!
posted by
Nautikos
on August 25, 2006 at 8:00 PM
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RAME
Thank you very much! Such praise!
I hope you'll find the next part/s more interesting, for our visit ( the second one ) was as fascinating as the first. We love Seville so much!
posted by
ariel70
on August 25, 2006 at 2:55 PM
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Thor_Jasmine
How very nice that I've evoked such memories! AS I think I've said, this is our second visit to Seville, and we both love it.
I think you'll find my musings, while we were cruising down the Guadaquivir interesting, for in part it concerns the love affair between Goya and Caetana, the Duchess of Alba in the 18th/early 19th centuries. What a story!
What a city too!
Yes, I would like to receive some emails from you, with more of your recollections of Seville.
posted by
ariel70
on August 25, 2006 at 2:53 PM
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Ariel
Wow, reading this post ( I then backtracked to the previous) was an amaizng experience for me. I was born in Seville! I left at about 18 months of age and only returned once about eight years ago. I don't want to swarm you with a massivley long post, but this is exciting to read and brings up lots of memories and questions. Mind if I email them to you? here are a few: THe drive you described captured me immediately because it conjured up my memories well. I drove down with my Dad in 1997 or 1998, can't remembe exactly. It was mid-May and we traveled from Madrid down. We actually stayed in a medium-sized town whose name is escaping me at the moment. We were staying with friends my Dad had known since before I was born. THe olive trees everywhere, the villages atop each hill and the absolute lack of suburban sprawl, hell, there wasn't even an urban to speak of. It was as you say. It was struck when we arrived in Seville by the conrasting burst of color we saw. When we were there I didn't see evidence of the graffitti, but we did see several men wandering a park I want to say had a name with oranges in it that was lush and ended opening out onto several stone structures in a flat park-like area. Teh men wer watchign teh tourists, and as one set his bag down to photograph something, the SPanish man approached furtively. I pointed it out to my Dad and we wandered over casually as if looking at the greenery and stood near the bag. Teh Spanish man eyed us with irritation, bu the left eventually. The photographer never knew what was happening. I'd better stop now. Thanks for the memories!!
posted by
Thor_Jasmine
on August 25, 2006 at 2:47 PM
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Ariel70,
You are an artist! You paint such a vivid picture with you words that, though I've never been to the places you describe, I feel like I am on a virtual tour when I read your post. What a talent!
posted by
RAME
on August 25, 2006 at 12:53 PM
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