Disaster strikes - then Seville

I have almost recovered from the tragedy that befell me last night, at least sufficiently for me to be capable of talking about it now.
I know that you will all be sharing my pain. Jo has been a great comfort to me.
When we got to our room in Granada last night I opened my suitcase only to discover that my bottle of scotch had leaked. (Sob, sob and more sobbing).
I wrang out those clothes most affected and proceeded to decant what was left into an empty cool drink bottle. I now smell quite deliciously of Haig's blended whiskey and am determined to drink what is left in a very short space of time. Jo refused to let me suck my sodden clothing last night, and I am in the process of forgiving her for that. I know, build a bridge, forgive and forget, move on, walk away, yada yada. However I am still in the 'hurtful' stage.
But life goes on, and in the light of a new day awoke to a hot one in Granada as we headed off at 8 am to Alhambra Palace which I was uber looking forward to. It absolutely surpassed my expectations. I need to give you the tourist book blurb now just to set the scene.
"There is no pain in life so cruel as to be blind in Granada" is an inscription on the walls of the Alhambra.
The cut lace, arabesque gardens and fountains were built as a citadel by the Moors in the 13th century. It took over 200 years to finish it, after Isabelle and wot's his name married. It is simply jaw dropping in its beauty of such intricate design. Every where you looked on walls, floors and ceilings were such detailed designs.  The mosaic tiling was like a quilt on every wall. Water features were everywhere and expertly maintained gardens simply added to the whole experience. This was the place I was most looking forward to seeing this holiday and it has ticked all the boxes. I've even almost gotten over my scotch disaster...
We then headed off towards Seville, stopping off along the way for lunch at one of the large motorway restaurants. Arriving in Seville which appears to be a very big city that is well laid out, we were met by our local guide Maria who lined us all up in front of the main bull fighting ring for a group photo. Thankfully that was as close as I got to seeing anything to do with bull fighting- bloody barbaric concept that has nothing to do with sport!!!
We the wandered through a maze of narrow lanes of the Santa Cruz Quarter to La Giralda, which was the former minaret of the Great Mosque but is now a cathedral bell tower. We were then shown through this 15th century cathedral which was really interesting and quite beautiful. It is also the final resting place of Christopher Columbus so that really added to the history lesson. Our guide went to great lengths to convince us that it really is Chris C's remains as DNA testing of his brother and son's DNA confirms it. Whereas there is an alleged 2nd resting place for his remains in the Domenican Republic,but they refuse to have those remains tested. I leave it to you to decide who is telling the truth. Further wandering through the old part of the city and then thankfully back on the coach as it is now very hot and we have spent much of our day wandering about and I am ready for a Bex and a lay down.
Off to our hotel which is really nice; and we have enough time for some hand washing, a shower, a
scotch and then downstairs for pre dinner Sangrias and nibbles, back on the coach, then off to a Flamenco show and dinner.
Sat with Shelley and Mark through dinner and a cheesy show for what can only be best described as
tourist pap, however it is all part of the local experience, and the company was fun, and the wine free flowing.  Time to head back to the hotel, catch up on the blog and then turn in for a relatively early night as I'm pooped! In fact I'm too pooped to try and sort some more photos for you, so you will simply have to stay tuned...