Cordoba – Seville
After a long trip to Seville, we were all pretty tired. Dawn, my
roommate, and I managed to rouse ourselves mid-afternoon and wandered
the city for a couple of hours. After winding our way through several
narrow streets, we stumbled upon the cathedral at the center of
the city. The huge bell tower was incorporated into the architecture
from the original
mosque that stood there. It’s called the Giralda. Everything
was closed (it was Sunday, after all) much to our dismay.
As we were walking back from the cathedral entrance, two Gypsy women
accosted us. I’m usually pretty good at brushing people off
and saying ‘no,’ but the women grabbed our hands and
wouldn’t let go. They read our palms, telling us only good
things, of course. They refused to let us go until we gave them
each 5 Euros! It was quite a price to pay to get my own hand back,
but it’s something to laugh about later.
That night we had an interesting discussion of flamenco, musical
styles, and duende (the spiritual trance of flamenco).
It was followed by a flamenco demonstration by a local instructor.
She was amazing. I like the Sevillan style of dance much better
than what we saw in Granada. The movements are much more fluid,
and the arms move like snakes. She explained to us a bit of the
different types of dances done in flamenco. There is one that is
very informal, performed in the streets during Holy Week amongst
all the pilgrims headed towards shrines. Dinner and a much-needed
early bedtime followed the demonstration.