Days in Seville

Ceramic covered house in Triana

Declan and I spent the day yesterday wandering around Seville with a vague notion to buy some ceramics.  There are gorgeous ceramic stores here and there is an area across the river called Triana that has a density of them.  How I would get a 85 pound ceramic urn back to Silver Spring is another matter.  But these stores are chock-a-clock full of plates, bowls, clocks, lamps - you name it they make it out of clay, fire it up, paint it then fire it up again and they are gorgeous and I am addicted.  But I didn't buy.  Picked up, examined and coveted but didn't buy.  Considering that we have already sent 5 boxes home and barely made the weight limit on the Ryan Air flight, I think that this was a good thing.

But I got to spend a couple of hours solo with Declan and that was great.  We discussed the finer points of solar power vs. coal, if the US mainland could have been invaded during WW2, what middle school is going to be like.  You know, typical Mom and Son stuff. It was great just to be able to be here with him. Have some time together.

Then we wandered into a matador shop and started looking around. Hats, matador shoes, the short jackets - the whole thing.  The shop girl spoke english and I asked her if she was going to go to the match that is happening on Thursday.  "NO!" She said.  " I am a Greenpeace girl.  I would never go to a match. Never." I looked around me and then looked at her and said, " I think you need to find yourself another job."  "Don't I know it," she replied and sighed.  " If you know of anything." Poor girl.  Stuck in a dead end Matador shop.  Only in Seville.