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!