Prisoners of Alcazar, this is a lost post from Europe

For some reason this didn't get posted. So now this acts as a reminder. that we want to go back.

Our last morning in Seville. We decide on a quick visit to the Alcazar before our midday train to Granada.
With a plan of exiting the Alcazar by 10:50, off we go. It goes well we are very impressed with design, the tile work and the gardens. It's obvious we haven't allocated enough time for this visit. On reflection we should of put more time in to the Alcazar than the cathedral.
Soon enough it's time to exit. We get hopelessly lost and disorientated, going in circles around a rectangle. It's getting tense and following many "..no this way" leading to dead ends, asking and still ending in dead ends, we exit into the sun.

Not lost just admiring the orange trees

A rushed goodbye to Margo and into a taxi. Lots of red lights, tourist buses and finally a cement truck blocking the road with numerous attempts to reverse into a construction site. We run and are lucky enough to bump into someone who directed us to the platform. We stumble onto the train with seconds to spare. Poor Emma had to book a later train. We exhale settle and enjoy a comfortable train ride to Grenada.