Seville, Spain

Sunday, December 23, 1928

Won’t be long now. Santa will have a deuce of a time finding any snow around here. Every day is the same—perfect—warm and a clear blue sky. Today was no exception. I waited an hour for the professor, then gave it up. Perhaps he forgot to breathe this morning. I do not mean to be unkind toward him, but he is really a very trying person. Way late twice and failed to appear twice. Thus I missed the bullfight. It was not a big public one and I didn’t know where it was. I spent much of the day in the park and around the exposition buildings. Had a walk about town later and then visited the gardens of the Alcazar. They are very pretty. Lots of flowers, shrubbery fancily cut, palms, orange and lemon trees, and nice quiet shady pools. The gardens are quite large. I swiped five oranges. Put them under my vest and got past two sets of guards all right. These royal oranges are not very sweet at all and I have made a pitcher of orangeade of them. It tastes more like lemonade, though. The thing that strikes me most in Seville is the places you find the beautiful courts, etc. The streets are almost all very  narrow, excepting the newer sections. All one-way traffic and often hardly a sidewalk. The buildings are all low, to admit the sunlight. As you look down a street it would not take a whole lot of imagination to think there was but one long house on either side, so closely do they resemble one another. In one perhaps a family lives in poverty; next door may live a very wealthy family. As you walk along the street and look in the wide doors through the big iron gates, you very often see beautiful courts done in mosaics in what looks to be the worst sections. Such friendly people, too. While standing on a corner or looking in a window, I have been approached several times, asked if I were an American, and invited to come have a drink. Of course, it would be my treat. Guess the spongers can’t make a living off me here.

Many windows are decorated for Xmas, but mostly the candy and pastry shops. These have the cleverest cakes, etc. I have ever seen. They represent houses, whole landscapes, windmills, etc., often three feet high. The fancy cakes are very large and plenty tempting. Often they have a glazed clay statues in their center as part of the decorations. In the big lottery run off yesterday the winner received 6,636 pesetas for each pta. Only $1,070 for 16¢. There were some 60 tickets subdivided many times. If you held, say, 20 ptas in the winning ticket, you would make only $21,400 for $3.20. Guess there’ll be a few happy people in Spain at Xmas anyway.

I had a pleasant surprise today. My room cost 48¢ instead of 81¢. Maybe those high rates were pension rates at the other hotels. Have to catch a 6AM bus to Gibraltar tomorrow. Hope I wake in time.  $0.89.

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