I seem to have been in a bit of a bubble language wise and lacking the connection I can usually make with people regardless of language.... Big city blues perhaps?
My morning plan is to simply catch the Metro (damn the country boy is so metropolitan now!!) and head to a district called Ritiro, out of the metro and the first sight is of Puerto(portal?) Alcala lots of folk doing selfies in front which I decide to do, a Spanish couple kindly offer to take the pic for me (every time People do this it's a huge leap of faith my trip hinges so much on my phone!)
pictures taken I'm assuming from the gestures they were taking more, wrong!! They meant can you get out the way! Realisation hits with a huge laugh from me! I get out the way still laughing accompanied by the Spanish couples laughter! Connections made!
Ritorio park is huge with rose gardens, statues, fountains water features
and a crystal palace the latter inevitably closed for reconstruction,
i killed a couple of hours softly wandering around before heading to Puerta de Atocha stacione , a quick stop at a decathlon store to replace my ultralight day pack..... I'd lost that the day before, luckily nothing important in it!
At the station I wander around and find a neck pouch to replace my money belt... Flipping uncomfortable thing it had become!
This is the first station I've used with X-ray to check your bags, carrying a camping gas canister was a big no no!
Interesting health and safety kicked in where I was told to just take it out the station..... Meaning drop it in a rubbish bin..... If you hear of a small gas explosion in Madrid, probably down to me!! 🫢
On the train and heading south, the scenery is beautiful and varied with almost endless plains with distant mountains rearing up on the horizon
into hillier country with countless tunnels for the train the ground is kept moist in the summer(I assume) by forests with grazing underneath the boughs for livestock, penned in by limestone walls hacked from the abundant rocks in this rugged country.
Further on the trees are replaced by endless olive plantations....
through the mountain range the Sierras de Córdoba stopping at the station there before continuing into the south west of Spain and new country, here I'm seeing cacti and so many oranges!!!
What else tho we're in Seville!!! The orange capital to me!
first impressions of Seville aren't great it appears to be a normal slightly dusty town, then I hit old town....
oranges line the roads and twisting passages, in the pic above I hear good north English accents and stop for a chat! Nice to be fluent for a minute or two!
Continuing my progress towards the hostel my jaw drops this place is stunning .... Did I mention it's warm? oh yes it's lovely!! ..... The combination is intoxicating, I'm quickly falling for Seville!
which is hardly surprising!
Into the Seville Toc hostel and I'm greeted by Alba ,not Scottish even with that name! If anyone was perfect for the job she is, lovely girl.
I'm never disappointed by the hostels on the continent and the view from tonight's dorm is easily the best, you'd pay hundreds for this view in the UK not £52 including breakfast for two nights..... Which I may well extend!
briefly rested and I head out into the warm evening such good vibes here it's enchanting
my grip of the language being as poor as it is I still find with a lot of help from the restaurant a lovely Tapas meal(my first and I still don't know what it means!)
shark meat, cuttlefish, sardines, squid plus other I can't remember!
This is the most full I've felt in two weeks.... I may well be regaining lost weight!
Back through the warm streets and alleys to the hostel I see my first stars since leaving the UK, winter weather hasn't been conducive for that pleasure.... This place is different.
Through reception and waving a good night to the smiling Alba and I'm up into my top bunk for a good night's sleep
on the train thundered through land getting flatter and appearing to be more arid, with forests of trees looking any little kid would draw a tree .... Like a broccoli stem! , its as tho the leaves on these odd looking trees have evolved to stay away from the ground to avoid being eaten or too prevent reflected summer heat scorching the low leaves? 
the first thing you feel is it's cold!.
the palaces most eastern wall is built upon a a cliff edge where the land falls way exposing panoramic views.... Including a view point I want to climb tomorrow if the weather holds! 
to the left of the palace is the Catedral de Santa María la Real de la Almudena, a beautiful baroque building with a statue of pope John Paul the second at the front
internally colourful with imposing panels at the head of the cathedral
more moorish influence? I don't think this blue design would look out of place in a moorish temple? 
as people were in prayer I didn't hang about for to long and I was soon hunting down a definite moorish construction... In the most unlikely of places! 
It received its name because it was near Huesa del Raf, the ancient Islamic cemetery. The tower was built two centuries after the 9th-century construction of the walls of Mayrit, the medieval Muslim city that predates the Spanish one, tho not much more remains