A stable for horse Leon
Hotelier between brother Michiel and me
For a horse Sevilla is a disaster. Fortunately, the route Via de la Plata is marked, because you can not lead a horse in one hand, in the other hand hold a dog and in the mean time read the road in a book or GPS. Fortunately one does not go through the busiest shopping centers. Lampposts or trees often stand in the middle of the sidewalk. With my pack horse, rope, myself, rope again with dog all together I am a few meters wide. So women and children are killed on the sidewalk, just like swimming mates Doreen and Dorotee and I did, preparing my trip by working out in the pool, swimming butterfly to chase the fun swimmers out of our swim lane. Bloody hot, but we made it again today. The brothers had arranged food and shelter, so that made my evening. I was too tense in the fuss of the city, or rather too busy to take pictures. Lo siento (sorry).
Upon arriving in Guillena los hermanos (brothers) had already booked a hotel. When checking in we heard a choir of women training songs there, with guitars. We, the only crowd, shouted olé, olé, still stimulating their melodramatic way of singing.
In the evening we socialised with the owner. picture.
Tosca had to sleep again on the floor of the bathroom in our room. Early morning early I let her go and she ran straight to Michiels feet that were visible over the end of the bed. We had three beds: the two big brothers at the outsides and the younger brother Michiel safely in the middle. Tosca immediately started licking Michiels cloves. A moment later he said, frightened: it seems like Tosca is moving upwards. Jack and I advised him to hold on his short very tight.
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