For long I had dreamed of Old Seville, of sitting on a wrought-iron balcony, the air heavy with the scent of orange blossoms and seeing and hearing the colour and gaiety of the happy throng which filled the square whilst listening to the band playing after mid-day Sunday Mass. It took a long time, but eventually, I caught up with my dream – only the reality was much better than what I had dreamt – simply because you were there along with me to enjoy it!