Seville, Spain

A House for Poets

Who would have thought that a veritable paradise is hidden behind stern walls like these.

We stopped in Seville only because I had seen photos of the interior, which is the loveliest hotel, five minutes’ walk from the Cathedral and La Giralda, the tower.  The old streets are too narrow for a car to drive up, so we had to walk past restaurants and small shops and ask our way there. When we left the receptionist arranged with the taxi-driver to come and help us with the luggage and roll our suitcases to a nearby park where he had parked.

In the evenings, the hotel has arranged for guitarists to come and play in the lovely courtyard. When I grew up in Sweden, there was only one channel on the radio. Luckily, they played a lot of classical music and often music played by the wonderful Spanish guitarist Andre Segovia (1893-1987).  I was transported back to that time in my youth as we sat with a glass of white wine and listened to the young guitarist in the courtyard of this lovely hotel.

Las Vegas and Hoover Dam, United States

I find it odd myself that I love Las Vegas so much. I am a little bit of a gambler, but not much, and I have placed a bet in a casino in Las Vegas. What I love about Las Vegas—the DAYTIME LAS VEGAS mind you—is the feeling of HOPE that pervades that city during daytime, before reality, harsh or sweet and pleasant, sets in.  I am an artist and I cannot help it; feelings are what run my life.

Although, if you are a true Tourist, please do not miss an unforgettable visit to Hoover Dam. Ask the reception at your hotel. They can tell you about charter buses going there. Or you can drive.

I just watch an episode of The Rockford Files and James Garner and a villain ran down all those stairs.  You do not have to walk down to the Colorado River.  There is an elevator.  Do take the boat trip. You will thank me for telling you about it.