Orange trees are everywhere in Seville. Krisztina told me before we leave she would like to taste one orange right from the tree. This sounded easier than bringing down the stars.
Well, it turns out there is a reason we did not see others picking the trees. The moors brought these here long time ago, probably for the fragrance. Wild orange, the British make marmalade from it, but they are not edible, we found out, the bitterness is more than anybody can handle.
Do you think if the apple from garden of eden tasted like this, the world would be completely different today?