Thank goodness I’m American, so I can pronounce this city’s name Suh-ville, instead of correctly like the rest of the world does, suh-VEE-ah.
It was one of those mornings we woke up with a few thousand steps already on our pedometers. It had been past midnight when, after a few false leads, we found the alley of our un-addressed B&B and collapsed as quickly as our host would let us. Seville was perfectly happy to let us sleep in, as Spain has the internal clock of an American teenager.
We kicked off our exploration with our first Segway tour—super fun mode of transportation to get an introduction to Old Town, the most important squares and parks, and the river paths. Seville was the perfect place to give the kids Euros and a key so everyone could go the direction they wanted. (You-know-who often headed straight back to the hotel.) Piper and I loved the cute clothes and did some shopping. Kyla and Dwayne headed further out to parks and a museum. Dwayne and I got caught in a rooftop terrace during a storm, forcing us to order more drinks. We all went enjoyed an evening of flamenco and tapas, and a tour of the replica of Magellen’s ship, the first to circumnavigate the world.
Look, aqueducts! I love them here, I love them there, I love ancient Roman aqueducts everywhere! 
The Spanish Square has a canal around it, perfect to make tourists pay to stand in line to do something we’re bad at to see less in more time than if we had just walked around. I, of course, was the one who begged to do it. 
Kyla was a good sport. 
Peekaboo courtyards in the hidden Jewish quarter. I think the very best thing Rick Steves does is provide a free audible tour of some European cities, downloadable to your phone. I didn’t do this until our last day, and I just wished I had done it on our first! 
The Gold Tower on our right was not made of gold. Instead, Seville was the protected port upriver where valuable trading ships did business, and this was the central trading business office, basically. 
Preparing for the hoards of people watching (and participating) in the many processions of Holy Week. 
Kyla and Dwayne went off to explore more parks while Piper and I shopped. 
They also made it to the Illusion Museum. Both Kyla and Dwayne came back whole. 
Magellen’s ship (but not Magellen) did make it all the way around the world almost exactly 500 years ago. 
My meta picture. We did another tour boat up and down the river later, so taking a picture of the ship from a boat. It is very, very small for such a journey, and bunks were wherever sailors fell asleep on the top deck. It was a good history lesson. Wes writes about it at https://weswrite.blogspot.com/2022/04/the-remodel-of-get-moms-help-with-this.html. 
Every Spainish city has a Spanish Square, but our guide insisted, probably correctly, that Seville’s was the best. I loved the painted tiles…and canal. 
The just-normal jamón on top of more meat. The ham is sliced very thinly and cured thoroughly. It looks like dry bacon, but it really does taste better than that!
Everyone said to eat the jamón (ham), which is hung in large hocks in restaurants that brag about the quality of their pig*. There’s regular thinly sliced ham, and then there’s black ham from a free-range, acorn-eating, well-loved breed of pig that is either all black or has black toenails. There’s a 3-fold difference in price, and to keep from being deported, you will have to agree that it tastes five times better.
One of our favorite games is “Does Denise Like Beer Yet?” I never win this game.
Seville! We explored our hearts out and ate our fill, and still want to go back for more.
*I read that this was originally a way, after the christian-lower-case-c takeover of the formerly Muslim and Jewish-friendly town, to tell other groups they were not welcome, in both the establishment and the community.
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