Southern Spain what a treat. This was home as we left Turkey. 
We just bumped into a really nice guy from Australia while waaaaaalking in old Seville. He said he had a different kind of white to show us. So he “sorta of” spoke English. No just kidding he is wonderful and speaks fluent Spanish and of course excellent English. He has been here for 12 or 13 years and we made a deal for a great private tour in our rental car. That’s the Facebook page of our guide who took us to four beautiful
mountain villages about 100 kilometers from Seville. The biggest was 10,000 people the smallest 1500.
One had houses built into the caves. The houses looked perfectly normal from the front but the back was entirely hidden by the cave. All the homes had been renovated and were clean white buildings but the history was everywhere in old churches, Roman roads, and fortresses from the 14th century. The religious wars of the past remind me too much of the religious wars of the present. Jerry will post some pictures soon. You would not believe lunch. It was the classic feast sitting in
the sunshine, just like in the movies. Cobblestone streets and all the rest. 
We spent Wednesday evening at a Flamingo Dance show with a tapas meal and lots of energy and castanets. There was a whole bus full of Chinese tourists at the show.
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