We started the day by feeling virtuous, since I had written (and Keith had checked) my article for the Leigh News. Each month I had written a letter about our travels for the local newsletter that serves Inverleigh, Shelford and Teesdale, but always at the last minute and under self-imposed pressure. Perhaps I was becoming a reformed character.
We called at the internet café to send the letter off, as well as another to a friend. We also tried to find some cheap accommodation in Seville, but scouring the hostel sites only came up with one where the references were not good. We decided to try phoning one in the ‘Lonely Planet Guide to Spain’ later.
Keith had heard that there was a post office in the Big Square, so we went to post Rohan’s parcel. There was no post office there, nor in the other bigger square, and we couldn’t follow the directions that the traffic officer gave us. We did save a lady from a ticket by our long enquiry. It was back to the tourist office, and now ten Australians in the statistics, for directions. We spent at least three quarters of an hour waiting in a queue to be served, the result of a minor post office taking on the work while the larger one is renovated, and of a few customers with very long business. Still, it was nice and warm, and everyone was patient and relaxed. It is a strange thing how time can pass just wandering around a charming town, especially after a late start.
We had a delicious lunch with a ‘Madeleine’ and hot chocolate to finish. The Madeleine was a giant cup cake which was very moist and orange flavoured. The rain falling in the courtyard suggested that it could be a good day for a catch up afternoon sleep, to make up for my night of worries.
I had an interesting dream about Bob Hawke (a former Australian Prime Minister), the French Resistance and child care, in which everything was very complicated but turned out well. It was like dreaming a very interesting novel. I felt peaceful when I woke up a long time later, but back to feeling unsettled after I had written to my principal. We went off to the internet café again to send it off.
On the way we called at the bus station but we were too late to buy tickets for the next morning. Given their advice that it is best to book, Keith asked how early the office opened so he could come up and buy the tickets in the morning.
The further south we go in Spain the more tiles we see. Here tiles are covering substantial portions of the building's lower exterior and are also used to tell us it is a pharmacy.
On the street we sometimes came upon a ceramic pictures attached to the walls, nearly always on a religious theme. This one was about a metre high.
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