As we left Lindau Germany, on the shore of Lake Constance, it began to rain. It rained all the way across the lake to Freidrichstaffen. The Alps, usually seen ringing the lake, were hidden in the mist and rain. Though we missed seeing the mountains we felt cozy looking out the large windows on the boat while the rain soaked the glass. Occasionally we would see a lone fishing boat with one or two huddled figures bobbing on the waves.
At Freidrichstaffen we boarded a bus and passed through the cliffs, trees and rocks of the Black Forest to Freiburg where we were met by our newly met friend, Anda.
We were so fortunate to have Anda’s guidance. She had located some unusual parts of Freiburg we not have known about otherwise.
After being in Seville for a week and a half we decided to take a 45 minute train ride to Córdoba to see the Mezquita or, and here’s the long title: “The Great Mosque of Córdoba and the Cathedral of Our Lady of the Assumption” (they are one building). But first we had to negotiate the Spanish Train system.
Just a few apartment gates away we found small, hidden courtyards with magnificent tiles and fountains. We had read that Seville was a beautiful city but we were continually surprised by beauty tucked into the corners. Unlike the Cathedral and the Alcazar (which I will write about soon these are considered ordinary.
When you travel from Rome to Assisi to Florence you sense that civilization’s power awakened in Rome, it’s humility awakened in Assisi, and it’s beauty and creativity awakened in Florence. Continue reading “Florence”