The bus ride from Ronda to Seville was not near as twisty as the one to Ronda.  After a short ride out of the hills, it was mostly level through the rolling farmlands.  Another blue-sky day.

Beautiful bus station.  We collected a map and ventured onto the wide streets of Seville.

A no-go when we arrived 10 minutes later at our door.  Phoning our Spanish-speaking-only hostess revealed she did not receive our emails (?) noting our arrival time.  Luckily there was a café with outdoor seating RIGHT next door where we got to know the regulars (and the neighborhood traffic)  for the next 2 hours.   Actually, I took off to the tourist bureau to collect tourist literature while Dave read.  Ah, Spain!  🙂  Laura