On the move again today – heading about 2 hours north of Seville, into the rural countryside of Extremadura, Spain.

But first, a quick walk through the Seville Cathedral. As far as European cathedrals go, this is one of the best we’ve ever seen. Absolutely breathtaking inside.

Sidebar: A waiter spilled a bowl of gazpacho on my jacket last night. Am walking around today smelling like cold tomato soup.

Saw the tomb of Christopher Columbus in the cathedral. Cannot get the rhyme we all (Americans) learned in school out of my head: In fourteen hundred and ninety-two, Columbus sailed the ocean blue. Columbus wasn’t an especially good dude, yet that rhyme lives rent free in my head.

Re: the giant church candelabras – what I need is for a cathedral to have a garage sale so I can get my hands on one of these beauties.

Finally found my Fanta Lemon. Huzzah!

Ken climbed the cathedral tower. He said the view wasn’t as good as he expected. While he was conquering the tower, I did some last minute shopping. Have now bought most of Seville. Found a beautiful hand-painted flamenco fan. The fan prices vary wildly – because of the quality of wood used for construction of the fans. The higher the quality of wood, the more $$ you need to get out of your wallet. My wallet was lighter when I left.

Have arrived and settled into our hotel in the town Azuaga, which was an important lead mining town in the 19th century (note to self: do not lick any paint in this house). Am sure our hotel was a swell house during that time. Beautiful architecture and historical furnishings. It’s like sleeping in a museum.

None of the house staff speak English. No surprise, we are in rural Spain. I made the mistake of trying a sentence or two in Spanish with the staff (I’m linguistically brave when I don’t have a choice), and they are now under the impression that I can speak some Spanish. Technically true, as long as we agree that “some” can be awfully close to none.

Shooting adventure begins tomorrow!

Salud!