This morning we bid a fond farewell to Granada and hopped on the bus for a four-hour drive to Seville.

Once there we settled into the hostel (not bad, we four guys have our own room and our own bathroom in the hall but coded to our room key card) and it's right off a nice common area with kitchen so Southern Man is a happy camper.

It's finally Danni's birthday!

We then took off to meet up with our guide but Old Seville (like Old Madrid and Old Córdoba and Old Granada) is a maze of twisty passages, all alike...

So where is it you think we are?

We then met our guides, Mara (short for Mariá) and Dani (short for Daniel). Danni (short for Danielle) was highly amused by this. Mara was the designated Spanish-language tour and she is also cute so Southern Man joined her group.

Mara in front of the stunning Seville Cathedral.

Much to Southern Man's delight there were two geocaches right on the tour route so he and Danni grabbed them both.

The second was right where the group stopped to hear the story of a Jewish girl who fell in love with a Catholic soldier. Her family was killed because of her naïve love (at that time and place Jews and Muslims were required to convert to Christianity, on pain of death) and she is said to have hung herself after the murders. Las Cadenas indicates ‘Chains’ from where she hung herself. A plaque and (supposedly) her skull are present at her home.

The tour ended at the magnificent Plaza de España...