Orange trees are everywhere in Seville
and when we visited, they were loaded with fruit.
Giving into temptation, we picked one
(no, not from the Cathedral).
Wowsers, the most acidic orange I have EVER tasted.
The juice burned my throat on the way down.
This is one of the restaurants in our hotel
(The Moroccan House Hotel)
where we ate breakfast.
We took the rather long hike to the Menara Gardens.
Not worth it, at least not during the day
(I hear there’s a light show at night).
Though if you want to check out a great teenage make-out spot….
(seeing more than one pair of legs sticking out from the surrounding olive groves)
