Sevilla and Ronda (if I am lucky/efficient)

On Friday, I woke up at 6:30 (an ungodly hour in Spain) and speed-walked to catch my bus at 7:45 (though it didn't come until at least a half hour later... I could have taken a much more leisurely stroll), which took us to Sevilla. Sevilla was warm. Wonderfully, beautifully, amazingly warm. And sunny. I spent a good amount of time basking in the gloriousness of warm, sunny weather in early February. Our first stop upon arriving there was a palace which, according to Google, was called the Alcázar Palace. I learned a great deal about the palace from our tour guide professor, but the main point was that it was a blend of Muslim and Christian traditions and architecture and leaders that made the palace what it was. 

And now, to bombard you with pictures! (I noticed in retrospect that the majority of my pictures are taken at some sort of slant. Apparently I have issues with that. Sorry in advance.)

It was really beautiful... I don't have a whole lot to say about it besides that. This whole two day trip was sort of a beautiful-sights overload.

The interior... Very elaborate designs. A little overwhelming to the senses, though the pictures don't really capture that aspect of the experience.

 

The next two were taken in a courtyard garden sort of area... 

It could be that I've developed some sort of ceiling obsession that I was previously unaware of, or that the ceilings in Europe are just beautiful, because I find myself taking quite a few pictures of them... 

The best part of this palace? They have peacocks in the garden.

And fountains... The garden was absolutely beautiful. I decided at that moment that I wanted to live there, and I stand by that decision.

In terms of living up to, or not, the titles of my blog, this was an epic fail. The most epic of fails yet. I have made it up to about 3:00 on Friday afternoon, and it is now Sunday night. Lo siento. 

Now, it is time to go out to an Irish pub and watch some futbol (of the Spanish sort) and then some football (aka the Superbowl). Does it matter that it is a school night and the game doesn't start until 1 in the morning? Not at all.