We felt enough like locals to be huffy when we found our favorite Granada cafe still shuttered this morning when we needed our cafe con leche and tostada mixta before we headed for the station. By 11:30 our train was whizzing through olive groves at 85 mph, the scenery growing drier and the olive trees giving way to almonds and wheat as we neared Seville.
We're staying in a hotel created from some of the remains of the old Jewish quarter. Las Casas de las Juderia is an elegant warren of courtyards, twisting underground passageways and tiled stairways. We neglected to bring crumbs to mark our path. Official photographer Carolyn hasn't yet captured the scene, we've been lost only twice so far - and that's in the hotel! Dinner was in a plaza with swallows performing aerial stunts as we people watched. Tomorrow we board another train for a day in Cordova. Stay tuned.