Farewell to Seville
Silent as an air ballon in the early morning, we glide down the great-river from Seville to the ocean, through the massive locks and In the perfect breeze. The only sound is the waking bird life as we pass the irrigated farmlands and whitewashed haciendas.
Nothing as pleasant as a chilled Rosé with the seafood spread on the pool deck.
Michael Musgrave