Thursday marked two weeks since our arrival in Sevilla. Hotel-living is getting old. Especially hotel-living on the edge of the city center rather than within the city center. In 95 to 100 degree heat, we’d much rather not have to walk the extra 10 or 15 minutes to get to the heart of things. But, as they say, this too shall pass. It is Sunday in Sevilla. Sundays tend to be very quiet here since many businesses are closed. Sundays in July and August are just about dead, since even those businesses that are usually open have shut their doors on Sundays (and many on Saturdays, as well) these two months. But, our hotel has been pleasant. And the deal is incredible. The hotel room is actually costing us less per week than our apartment. If it weren’t for the expense of eating out three meals a day, this wouldn’t be bad. Anyway, Jerry and I have been known to eat out three meals a day even when we have a kitchen. So, I suppose I shouldn’t gripe too much. Jerry doesn’t go out much in the heat of the day (nor do most people). I don’t mind it much — nor do I sweat (excuse me, Mom, perspire) like Jerry (who has been going through about three shirts a day). So, I continue to wander on my own, exploring, marveling, and taking pictures.
|AVENIDA DE LA CONSTITUCION THIS WARM SATURDAY AFTERNOON.|
We patiently await (or at least we try to patiently await) the turning on of the water and electricity in our new apartment. We have no idea when that will happen. Perhaps Monday. Perhaps as late, or later than, the following Monday. Until we have electricity (which means air conditioning), we will not get our furniture from IKEA, nor will we schedule delivery of the things we had shipped from California, nor will we paint the living room, etc. So, we’re in a holding pattern. I have drawn up floor plans and furniture to-scale, so we know exactly where everything is going and how it will fit. Jerry has created a spreadsheet of all the dimensions, stock numbers, prices, and more, of everything we’ll get from IKEA. We’re ready.
|PLAZA DE CABILDO, A TINY SEMI-CIRCULAR PLAZA DISCOVERED DOWN AN ALLEY
ACROSS FROM THE CATHEDRAL. WITHIN, A GREAT STORE FOR STAMP-COLLECTORS.
Yesterday after lunch, Jerry walked back to the cool of the hotel and I strolled the city. It was too early to take care of some of the things I wanted to research, such as what our internet/TV/landline telephone/mobile options are — because those few stores that would have been open Saturday were closed for siesta. So, I simply walked the streets.
|EL CORTE INGLES ON PLAZA DEL DUQUE. MAIN STORE AND CAMERA STORE.|
I shopped a bit at El Corte Inglés and will definitely have to find more practical places to shop, as just about everything is significantly more expensive than I’m used to (Jerry’s usually $16 designer-chic deodorant sticks are more than $40 at El Corte Inglés). I like to shop but I enjoy sales and premium outlet malls. Still, El Corte Inglés is a fun place (or I should say places) to shop.
|EL CORTE INGLES, MORE FOR WOMEN ON EL PLAZA DEL DUQUE (AND THE BACK ALLEY)|
In Centro (the old center of Sevilla), the department store has five buildings (unless I’ve missed one). There is another large El Corte Inglés in Nervion, a more contemporary neighborhood well east of Centro. The main store in Centro, in the Plaza del Duque, contains clothing, their famous gourmet supermarket, places to eat, cosmetics, etc. Across the plaza is the store that carries books, cameras, and other personal eletronics. On another corner of the plaza is more women’s clothing. A few streets away are two more El Corte Inglés stores. One carries furniture; the other is for appliances, housewares, hardware, electronic keyboards, mobile phone company counters. It’s hard to keep track. We met Albert our first day in town in front of, per his instructions, El Corte Inglés. He told me which one, electronics. I didn’t realize there were more than the three on the Plaza del Duque and thought “electronics” meant the one that carries cameras. Poor Albert (and Jerry) stood waiting in the hot sun. I’m grateful for cell phones. Albert is half Swedish. Jerry is half Norwegian. They both change their shirts often.
|WHERE WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE. ON THE PLAZA DE LA MAGDALENA.|