Spring Break Part 2: Seville

We arrived in Seville on Sunday morning and it was love at first sight. People told us that Barcelona was the least Spanish city in Spain and I felt like I was in a different world once I set foot in Seville. The air was hot, flowers and trees were blooming and the pace was s l o w. If I could have bottled up the scent and wore it as a perfume, I would have—I was seriously in heaven! Seville’s streets are horribly labeled, terribly windy and confusing & I absolutely loved it. If we saw a restaurant we wanted to eat at or a store we wanted to stop in, we did it right then because the chances of finding the same spot twice are slim to none. An English-speaking stranger offered to help us find our hostel and like everything else in this tiny town, I was obsessed. It was a really funky, eclectic place with 2 balconies and a rooftop terrace with a hammock—I never wanted to leave. Amanda, Alysa & I finally dragged ourselves off of the rooftop and went out for some delicious tapas! Amanda got this seafood stuffed avocado and it was amazing:

After our meal, we headed back to the hostel to relax on the terrace and read for a while before heading out for the night. We ended up at a place just down the street for a glass of sangria and a lesson on cooking Paella—I’ll make it when I get home, Thomas you will love it!

Monday morning, we woke up early and headed to check out the largest gothic church in the world, Seville Cathedral, which also happens to be the place where Christopher Columbus is buried. We actually bought the information guides (a first!) so we could understand what was going on. It was pretty interesting to learn about the church, but it still didn’t compare to La Sagrada Familia! We climbed to the top of the dome afterwards and had incredible views of the city, which made it worth our while.

Like I said, the weather was hot, hot, hot so we headed back to our hostel, threw on our swimsuits and roasted in the sun with a bag of oranges and a bottle of wine. I enjoyed every second of that sunburn I earned!

A little crispy, we headed to Seville’s other main attraction: the largest wooden structure in the world… It looks like a waffle and was less than spectacular but we enjoyed hiking to the top nonetheless and enjoyed another beautiful view of my favorite city.

That night, we cooked up a delicious Italian meal and surprised our fellow hostel mates. Everyone that came into the kitchen was shocked that Americans were cooking! Apparently that’s a pretty common stereotype. We stayed in the rest of the night just hanging out and wishing we never had to leave the sunshine in Seville…