Sevilla-Navigation

We want to go to Sevilla to the parking space at the marina. I enter the coordinates into the navigation system and we set off. Apart from the fact that we almost never arrive where we think we are, this navigation system always makes us laugh. The street names are always pronounced as they are written. A Puerto becomes a Pürto and other terrifying things. But the best was in Gibraltar. There is an avenue named Winston Churchill - and it was pronounced Avenü Winston Kurchill. Brilliant, the lady!

Now, in Sevilla, we struggle with the coordinates. A new road has been built that the lady doesn't know, she keeps sending us back to the highway. I ask Mrs. Google, but for the wrong marina (also useless!). Then I want to enter the street into the navigation system - it doesn't exist.... With the coordinates, we end up in a residential area (sigh). Jürgen is meanwhile annoyed by traffic and navigation.... Luckily, we can read and see a sign. And here we are... camping with a view of the Guadalquivir (what a great name!)

And here we actually meet the two again, who had dinner with us at Franze's in Finca Caravana Paella. Unbelievable!