10 March 2011
The following morning I took the 11am bus onwards through to Seville from Càdiz and arrived there just in time for lunch. My two friends from London were only due to arrive later that night so I decided to take a walk into the old town just to see what Sevilla had in store for us. Much like most of these old towns in Andalusia, there is a strong Jewish and Islamic influence. The name itself comes from the Moorish name given to the city in the 8th century, “Isbilya” which was later transformed into what it’s known today as “Sevilla”. Back then, it served as the capital of the Ummayad, Almoravid and the Almohad dynasties until it was won over by King Fernando III in the mid 13th century and today, it is the capital of Andalusia.
As is the norm in all the towns we’ve been to thus far in Andalusia, all along the streets, are rows of orange trees. Again, my friend did not heed my warning when I told her that we tried some in Granada and that there was a reason why no one picked them off the tress. Needless to say, she tried one anyway and yes, lets just say she won’t be picking any more off the trees. Oh and I also thought it was cute that Seville had it’s very own subway for such a tiny town. It’s probably new because it only had one line and it still looked shiny.