On my five-day stay in Sevilla, I got reacquainted with the small streets of the old town, and those of Cadiz for a sunny if short day outing, both that share some similarity with Venice!, as long as the bank of the Guadalquivir where I sent training every early morning. (If missing the opportunity of running the Cádiz media maratón with a last-minute bib a colleague of my wife had procured, due to a lack of favourable public transportation. I was further unsure running even relaxedly a half-marathon a week before my favourite half-marathon was such a great idea.)) I also enjoyed very much the company of the young statisticians and operation researchers at 5SYSORM, including discussions with Antía Enríquez about network scale-up methods, which I had heard off previously (but wondered at the matter of over-counting), alas missing the plenary by Rosa E. Lillo, and with Adam Olivares about modelling stochastically ordered pairs through a mixture representation (above) I was unaware off. (Also kudos to all participants for sticking to inglés while I was the only participant not fluent in español!)
Foodwise, I (over?!) sampled half-a dozen tapas bars, both in Sevilla and Cádiz, with varying returns, but came back with several great experiences and the (obvious) rule that back-street, low-key, bars, with some pensioner patrons, were to be preferred. Not much greens though, apart from a nearby farmers’ market! (Sorry for the catalán tapes, as I could not find an Andalusian word that sounded like Peste, but with a positive vibe!!!)
Unsurprisingly, I did not have much time to read, except in trains and planes, but finished Les Chaînes de Markov by Noham Selcer, whose title is more a pretence than a driving line. As the story painfully unrolls along the uninteresting couple issues of a (former) maths teacher and a French literature teacher. With artificial dialogues and an overall whining tone that gave me toothaches! There is no redeeming character in the novel, which furthermore describes rural places in Normandie in the worst possible terms. I also tried to complete reading Juice by Tom Winton, but I gave up on this post-apocalyptic story where the climate crisis does not stop radical eco-warriors to flight around the World to assassinate descendants of the powerful people who could have acted against climate change, a poor merge of Mad Max (Oz, of course!) and The Road . Very binary. It took me 50 pages to realise the story was set in the Northwestern part of Australia. And another 50 page to give up! I also started The Witcher Season 4 a few days before leaving, with a new actor William Hemsworth replacing Henry Cavill, “as charismatic as a bollard with a wig”, a season that proves a complete disaster, in part but only in part because the original story itself deteriorates at this point. I stopped early, once I reached a dreadful anime of the vampyre’s background.
