Seville Diary, February 2020 – An Englishman abroad
Day 1 – Monday
The flight from Manchester is delayed by about thirty-five minutes, but by the time everybody has boarded and we’re ready for take-off, it’s an hour, so we don’t arrive until midnight.
I take a taxi and it doesn’t take long to get to the centre, but the driver stops at the bottom of the road where the hotel is situated as the streets are so narrow. The hotel looks nice and the receptionist is very friendly. I practise my Andaluz and he practises his English. They speak Spanish, of course, but the most noticeable thing about the dialect is that they lop off the last letter or even syllable, as in Mucha’ gracia’ or Adio’. I fancy a drink, but there’s not much open at this time on a Monday night, so I decide to retire.
The hotel is very attractive, based around a patio with a high ceiling and the room turns out to be comfortable with an ensuite. The only downside is the three flights of stairs, but never mind, it’s good exercise.