I'm going to try something new this time. I'm posting a bit at a time of our adventures. I get too burned out doing it all at once and then I start to skimp on the pictures- and seeing as how I took half of them for my own personal scrapbooking purposes and the other half just for the Blog, I figure I've all around wasted my time when I don't put them all up. So here we start.
Sevilla. And Jensen saying "horsey!"
Jence and I are there in the middle. 
Playing with his Moroccan cat. (I didn't decide to only do one day at a time until I already had half of our last day already loaded, so we'll go backwards this time.)
In the Santa Cruz Barrio, which was once the Jewish Quarter. This was the site of a synagogue, then a church and now a plaza... times do change.
Jensen taking a picture of Momma... great precedent... 
Inside the Royal Palace...which had a different name that I don't feel like getting up to research...
More palace
Ducks! 
And the obligatory attempt at joining the swimmers...
Inspection of the ducks- always executed in a couching position.
This was crazy- a few gummy bears and these fish were crowd surfing. (I made them switch from gummies to crackers) Look closely at the duck- he's walking on the fish. Obviously my boys thought that was way cool.
Once again, the crouched inspection.
Later I'll post pictures of the hand holding fight- but here you see the norm; independent walking.
Momma and Jence in the gardens. It's harder to get him to look at the camera and smile these days- he's usually too busy.
He loves to explore places like this.
A bit of a silent fight going on there... "down. down."
We happened to be there on Palm Sunday as they were setting up for the processional. These were the chairs set up for the paying class.
Still not a fan of actually touching the animals- I'm regretting not bringing Kiki back with us for the last few months here.
Here is our life. Find a curb. Step up.
Step down. And repeat. Over and over again. And it's not just any curb. It's the one HE chooses. Forever. Any forced moving on will invariably result in a tantrum of momentous proportions.
Flirting is another favorite activity. Here he flirts with one group, unaware of his second following behind him.
And then they are sighted! The one is pinching his cheek and Jensen really is making that oh-my-goodness-you-caught-me-giggle-giggle face!
And the main event!
This is what they do in Seville to celebrate palm sunday!
I need to Google it and find out what the significance is-- even Rick Steve's simply told us they did it with no explanation- so it must be that no one knows! (Probably not the case, but Rick is my rock!)
We had to keep assuring Jence that everything was okay.
Hardly any of them were wearing shoes, most just socks, and some barefooted.
They just kept coming!
And then the kids.
And a lot of stopping and starting.
Look how cute!
Now, I find these cultural differences fascinating and not offensive nor creepy and so try to be respectful- my husband, on the other hand could find a joke backward and blindfolded and couldn't resist this display. For those of you unfamiliar with Alex's sense of humor I shall spare you the details, and for those of you who are, you know I couldn't do his antics justice anyway. Suffice it to say that on this very noisy day in the main square of Sevilla my Al induced giggle fits went entirely unnoticed. 
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