Rachel Visits!


Rachel and I had been talking about her visiting me forever, and by forever I mean about 3 weeks before I left, she suddenly emailed me and said "wait a second! you're going to freaking Spain! I should visit!" So that's what she did.



And this is what we did..

We explored old Sevillian cobbled streets..



We walked through the Alcazar, originally built in the 10th century but continued into the 14th century. It is a phenomenal example of Mudejar architecture in Spain, but since it has many additions, there are also mixtures of Islamic, Gothic, Renaissance and Baroque elements.



The Alcazar is best know for its massive gardens. Here's just a peak.



On Halloween we toured the Cathedral and the Giralda. The Sevillan Cathedral is Columbus' supposed final resting place, although there is some confusion (argument) over whether he's actually in the DR.







One of the very few high spots in Sevilla was atop the Giralda. Here's a view which shows why Andalusian towns are called Pueblos Blancos.

Location: Catedral de Sevilla, Avenida de la Constitución s/n, 41080 Sevilla, Seville, Spain

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