Friday, September 1st, Sevilla, Spain
 
It is hard to hear anyone talk about Sevilla without a good deal of praise.  It is the quintessential Spain, full of history, art, beauty, culture, and entertainment. Zia sits at the Club Nautico docks, a definite outsider, but getting to know the city in our own way.  There aren't many cruisers here and our little dinghy full of Zia crew whizzing up and down the Rio Guadalquivir draws many puzzled stares.   
    
 
"Why would anyone come to Seville in August?" you might ask.  That is a very good question.  The thermostat falls below 100 only after the sun has been down for a few hours.  The Spanish practice of dining late is taken to extremes here as it is too hot to be on the streets much before 10pm.  You have to go for your evening passeo before dinner and by the time you are situated and ordering food, it is 11:30 at night!  We have not quite managed a true Sevillano dinner yet, but the whole scene makes so much more sense after enduring the past week here.  There really isn't anything you can do in the middle of the day to avoid the blistering heat except lie down and not move around too much.  Given our cruising itinerary, our choice was to either skip visiting the city, or put up with the heat.  We are all glad that we came. 
 
Of course, in order to see the town, we have been venturing out on sightseeing trips for three or four hours every day.  Sometimes we take the dinghy down to the riverside by the bull ring, lock it up, and hope for the best.  When we plan on being gone for  longer or at night, we generally hop in a cab.  One couple who live on their boat at the dock here warned us of the thieves who will steel anything in an instant so we have been a little more concerned than usual.  So far so good, and we have made many successful expeditions.  Yesterday's trip to Isla Magica was definitely a highlight for both kids and adults.  The bullfight on Sunday night was equally memorable, but calling it a highlight would be a stretch. 
    
 
As we were walking around Isla Magica, Joe and I realized that this was our kids' first experience at a theme park.  It was the perfect introduction.  The park was big enough to keep us entertained for the day, but not so big that you needed a week to see it properly.  The place was virtually empty, and yet all the rides were open so we hardly ever had to wait in line.  There were three good water rides, a vicious roller coaster that the kids weren't big enough to ride, a rock climbing wall, trampolines, some really awesome 3D and 4D movie adventures and enough bad junk food to last a lifetime.  We rode the "Amazonia" log ride a total of six times.  Cassie made it to the top of the rock climbing wall.  Juliana was a little more timid at the beginning, but was screaming and raising up her arms with the rest of us by the end of the day.  The girls even waited for us while mom and dad rode the roller coaster.  We met a nice American family who moved here six months ago and made quick friends with them.  The movies were a welcome break in air conditioned theaters and for the most part had some really great animation.  Between those and the water rides, we stayed cool enough.  Okay, the ice cream and frozen granitas helped a little too.  We wound up back at the club for a quick dinner at 10pm before collapsing into bed, utterly exhausted but with big grins on all of our faces.
     
                                      
 
Our expressions were quite different in the wake of our adventure at the bull fights.  As part of our Spain experience, we really wanted to see a corrida, and Seville is supposedly one of the best venues so we bought tickets for the event on Sunday night.  We had scoped out the riverside earlier that day and knew just where we could leave the dinghy.  I would put a thousand bucks down that we were the only spectators in the ring that had showed up for the show in a boat. 
                                      
 
We were disappointed to see the stands only a third full, and probably half of those were tourists.  The spectacle began on time at 8pm with the grand entrance of the torreros, the picadores on horseback, and banderilleros.  They all parade around the ring and present themselves to the president of the bullfight.  The torreros have a couple of practice swings with their capes, muletas, and then retreat behind the safety of the wood barricades that line the inside of the ring.
    
                                        
 
The bull enters the ring through its own special entrance.  It obviously takes a little prodding to get them out of their cages.  They enter the ring and look around trying to figure out where they are and what is going on.  Several matadors provoke them into charging, mostly retreating behind the wooden barricade upon the bull's approach.  One of them will make a couple of passes with the cape but it really is a minimal performance.  This is the only time during the fight that the bull is at full capacity. 
    
 
The band plays a little tune to signify the beginning of the next tercio of the corrida.  In this stage the picadores ride out on their armored horses with long lances. The bull charges the horse and the picadores stick him with the lances, weakening the shoulder muscles.  The blood begins to flow.
    
We were amazed at how little reaction the horses exhibited.  They are obviously well trained.  They did not shy away but stood their ground firmly, leaning into the bull as it nearly lifted it off the ground with its head butts. 
 
The next stage is the tercio de baderillas.  This is when the banderilleros stick pairs of darts into the bull's back.  They try to get three pairs of banderillas lodged in between the bull's shoulders.  You can really see the blood pouring down the flanks of the animal by now.
    
The last stage is the tercio de muleta, when the matador shows his stuff.  The bull of course is already mortally wounded but pissed off as hell.  It does its best to gore the matador with its horns.  This one tripped at one point and somehow came out of his shoes.  After a few minutes of cape play, the matador takes the killing sword and goes for the death blow. 
    
    
 
They don't always hit the right spot and it took this matador three thrusts to kill the bull.  It was a truly gruesome sight.  The whole process took about 15 minutes.  The clean up crew comes out, attaches a chain around the dead bull's head, hooks it up to a team of horses and drags the carcass around the ring and out the special exit door for the bulls.  They sweep up the dirt that is saturated with blood and tidy up the stadium floor, and prod the next bull into the ring.  We kept hoping that we would get a glimpse of the art that makes bullfighting "a noble part of the Spanish heritage."  It never seemed anything more than pure slaughter to us.  We left half way through the show, watching three out of six bulls meet their end.  Yes, the kids were with us.  They spent much of the time with their heads in our laps.  They haven't talked about it since nor had any nightmares.  I don't think we have scarred them for life.
 
We have since seen many more spectacular displays of the gentler side of the Spanish heritage.  The great Cathedral and La Giralda is the largest Christian cathedral in Europe.  La Giralda, the belltower, is left over from the great mosque built by the Almohads in the late 12th century.  The views of the city and the church from the top are stunning.
    
The Real Alcazar is the royal palace that has been in use since 1365.  It is an amazingly ornate complex of rooms and gardens, fountains and artwork.  The royal family still occupies the top floor of part of the building.  We could spend a week wondering around in there. 
    
                                        
We await the arrival of our materials for the school year, scheduled for Monday, before we leave Seville.  We have been talking seriously about our plans for the winter and have reached the conclusion that we need to settle down in one of the larger cities in Spain.  Madrid is too far inland.  Barcelona is in the province of Catalonia and the local schools teach in Catalan, which is actually it's own language, rather than Castillano (Spanish).  Since we are hoping to check our girls into a local school so they can learn Spanish, this doesn't work for us.  We will start with our home schooling program until we figure that all out.  The next biggest city is Valencia, about half way along the Mediterranean coast.  Seville is also an option, but we are hoping we like Valencia as much as we do Seville.  It would be much more convenient for the boat.  We might find a place there where we could stay on the boat throughout the season.  We will certainly be able to find a place close by where we could haul the boat and then rent an apartment in the city.  We will be making our way around towards Valencia so we can finally firm up our winter plans.  We'll need to have it all sorted out by the middle of next month.
 
Happy Labor Day weekend to you all.  Enjoy the parties and end of summer celebrations.  We miss you.  Drop us an email when you have the time.  We love to hear from you.
     
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