Day 6 - Utrera to Alcala de Guadaira (11.5 miles)

My fears from yesterday could not have been more wrong. Other than the first half hour while alongside the throng of commuters on the road from town, today has been more the sort I had hoped for. A quiet road through orange and olive groves gave way to dusty track that eventually headed across fields to Alcalá de Guadaira. No major roads or urbanisation, just open ground and bird song and the track ahead; whereas yesterday I could not wait for the day to end, days like today might go on forever. 

By late morning I was having coffee at my destination, Alcalá de la Guadaira. It is a town that from a distance seems to cling precariously to a hill, a hill dominated by fortified walls, originally Muslim but later modified under Christian rule. I wandered the walls in the afternoon, with their views over the surrounding countryside, but the main castle was sadly shut. The rest of the day slipped casually by; a cafe, a few drinks with my American host who has walked the Camino Frances and was so touched by it he now runs an albergue here, and finally dinner in a restaurant that seemed just about able to cater for someone wanting to eat before 9pm. Tomorrow I will arrive back in Seville.