Back to Seville I Went

So I haven’t updated my blog in forever. It’s hard to find inspiration when you’re dying—I have now completely recovered from a cold—or the flu? — thank goodness! (Honestly, I had almost forgotten how good it feels to feel good). But, yeah, I’m back to being my healthy self! 🙂

Over the past two weekends, I revisited a (now) old-time favorite and a classic town: Sevilla and Segovia. But before that, Chris and I were already in Madrid picking up his mother and aunt at Barajas Airport, who had come to visit us from the US.  So, after several train and bus rides, we all spent the night in Madrid. By the way, the sleeping in Madrid experience was much better this time (and the third time, too). That was really nice.

One of the places where my boyfriend wanted to take his mom and aunt was Seville. Seville wasn’t as warm as it was back in November; in fact, it was foggy almost all day. A bit disappointing. But it was still beautiful and still a good time. As I’ve said before, there’s just something about Sevilla.

We walked through the park, visited some must-visit places; shops, Plaza de España, the Cathedral (which was open this time), and some yummy tapas places. Later that night, I had the opportunity to see a flamenco show at Casa de La Memoria again. Great performance, again. I think everybody loved it.

Plaza de España Sevilla

Of course, since Chris and I can’t get enough of this Flamenco experience, we headed to another show at midnight—the same free local flamenco show we had sneaked in last time we visited. There was more energy this time, more magic. And I must say, not everybody would enjoy the flamenco “puro” (original and improvised, rather than choreographed) at the local bars, as it is an intense form of dance/music that only few people from the “outside” can feel. The singing, the guitar, the dance, the handclaps…you have to feel it. Otherwise you will be bored. Or, there’s always Casa de La Memoria (among others), where you can witness a choreographed spectacle that will leave you asking for more.

We also went back to the little neighborhood of Santa Cruz and Santa Maria la Blanca Street. Such pretty little streets. We all enjoyed Seville. And, I don’t know about everybody’s highlight of the weekend there, but for me it was definitely a taxi cab ride. You know, we don’t get much friendly service here from anyone “under the clock,” but apparently, when we do, we get real charming ones!

This taxi driver started talking to us about Sevilla—how great it is to live and to visit, how good you eat in Seville, about the sour orange trees and how the British people take the oranges home to make jam when they visit, etc. He said that if the oranges were sweet, “¡No las pasariamos encima del arbol!” (they—Spaniards—would be all over the trees). He said that it gets so hot during the summer in Sevilla that people can’t work, but that it is not so bad for tourists. Because it is so hot, “Nos la pasamos de la cama al sofa; del sofa a la mesa; de la mesa a la cama; y otra vez, de la cama al sofa”. (They go from bed to the couch; couch to the table; table to bed; and then again from the bed to the couch.) He had charisma and his jokes were hilarious. I was dying.

But perhaps the funniest thing was when he, while still driving us to our location, turned his head back to tell us (the passengers on the back) one of his jokes. I think one of us said “watch out!” and suddenly, he abruptly breaks. My heart was coming out of my mouth when he, with his calm demeanor says, “No pasa nada” (it’s okay). No pasa what?! We are almost on the other car’s tail and you’re telling me that “no pasa nada?!” It could’ve been serious, but I just couldn’t stop laughing.

Anyhow, I had a nice weekend with the family and all, despite my sickness. We went back home to Ciudad Real, and after that it was a tough week for me, but it’s all good now.

¡Felices fiestas, all!


I fell in love with Seville

Sevilla: What Dreams Are Made Of

Oh, Sevilla. There’s something about Sevilla. ¡Que ciudad tan encantadora! Lovely city.

La Torre del Oro

Thursday evening Chris and I arrived in Seville for the weekend. I must say, there was an instant connection between us; its weather and its vibe. I fell in love with Seville! Like everywhere else we’ve been to in Spain, Seville, too, has its narrow little streets and old-fashioned buildings that are a delight to the eyes of those with an appreciation for amazing architecture (or simply delightful to anyone, really).

We stayed at Hostal Florida, a few steps from the neighborhood of Santa María La Blanca. (We picked a great location again, though, unlike last time, this hostel was the real deal!)  So, we started out by having dinner at Vineria San Telmo, a tasty tapas restaurant located in Santa María La Blanca. That area is one of the many hot spots for restaurants and bars in center Seville, by the way.

One of the things that took me by surprise is that a lot of people speak English in Seville. There are a lot of tourists from all over the world and, of course, lots of Americans—some restaurants have even added American items to their Cartas (menus) and these are sometimes in different languages. Having a menu in English was a plus. Sometimes, even I have trouble figuring out what they mean. Ha ha! But in the case of Chris, he is learning quite fast and is less stressed about it now (in fact, I think his favorite phrase now is “No pasa nada”— just ask him what it means and he will tell you all and more about it).

We also had a chance to go to a small local Flamenco show Thursday night. It was at a local, more intimate bar where everyone seemed to know each other…and we stood out like a sore thumb. It was fun.  I love Flamenco and the Spanish guitar, and so does Chris, so it was a great time.

But the big show was last night. We went to an apparently popular flamenco show at Casa de la Memoria, next to hotel Alcantara. This show sells fast and easy, so we were lucky to get some seats (though not the best seats because people beat us in getting there super early, still good). It helped that we visited the Museo del baile flamenco (Flamenco Museum) early that day because it helps you have an even greater appreciation and better understanding of flamenco dance.

We also visited the Alcazar and the Cathedral (both were closed for the day, though). The cathedral is gorgeous. Amazing. I hope nobody got hurt building it.  We rented a boat and later a “special” bicycle and rode it around the park. It was such a cool experience.  It was not possible to go to all of the spots we had hoped to go to, but we’ll be back.

Pictures from Seville

Seville has so much history it is impossible to get to know it well in just one weekend, but we were sure to take in as much as we could. I didn’t get a chance to visit Southern Spain in my college years, and now I know just what I was missing. Córdoba and Seville, both regions of Andalucía, look somewhat the same in terms of design, climate, and culture. But, as I said, there was just something about Seville. I fell in love. Me encantó.