El Gran Viaje, part 1

Well, I know I’ve been talking about it an awful lot, but el gran viaje has finally (!) begun. I’m writing this on day 6 of 15, lounging on the floor of Polly and Krystal’s hotel room while Krystal and Zac are napping on the beds and Polly is catching up on email-replying. This update is courtesy of Zac, who kindly let me swipe his ibook computer and internet access to write this. (Thanks, Zac.)

The last six days have certainly been a whirlwind... I’ve been in at least one new city every day. Today I am in Sevilla. I’ve also been spotted in Valencia, Guadix, Peniscola, Ronda, Granada, Arcos de la Frontera, Jerez de la Frontera. I feel like a Where’s Waldo character. Wait, no, more like Carmen Sandiego. You know... “Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego?” Yeah... a continent-hopping woman of mystery and intrigue, dressed in red, and with an inappropriately sultry voice for a children’s show... well... maybe I’m not cut out to be Carmen either, but at least she’s better dressed than Waldo.

And, just as I suspected, I’m quickly tiring of this trip. I am just tourist-ed out. Really. The “walking tours” of the various sights are starting to feel more like death marches. I can’t even tell you how many palaces, cathedrals, parks, government buildings, curiosities and other oddities I’ve seen. I am just disillusioned. Jaded. And I’m not alone. Yes, this is a GREAT opportunity, I know. I know. Don’t tell me. Because if you tell me, I’m going to lecture you on the differences between 14th, 15th and 16th century cupolas in cathedrals. Trust me, you don’t want that.

written by

achavero on December 6, 2007 from Sevilla, Spain

from the travel blog: Amanda in Barcelona

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