With cobblestone, carriages and cathedrals, Seville is truly a real life fairytale. By far my favorite city in Spain, and quite possibly in the world, Seville captured my heart the moment we walked into the Plaza of Spain. A grandiose fountain sprinkled creamy white water in the center of the plaza as horses galloped around and tourists walked aimlessly. Within the plaza there was a small canal where people rowed boats under bridges decorated in typical Arabesque style. Around the plaza there were little seating areas that represented every part of Spain. Of course, we found our little city of Oviedo and took a picture. After many photos later, we headed to the hotel for dinner and rest.
The next day was like a dream. The sun was shining and we felt the buttery sunlight hit our bare arms for what felt like the first time in months. We visited the Palace of Alcázar, which was beautiful beyond words. Seville is famous for its Moorish influences. The artistry and details were overwhelming, and every garden, room and building that we entered was more impressive than the last.
We had free lunch and went, of course, to another tapas place. These tapas were the best I've ever tried. We ordered grilled artichoke (cooked to perfection in a garlic sauce), octopus on patatas bravas (a type of potato with a creamy orange sauce), and goat cheese smothered with mango jam. We were in food heaven. To top off our incredible meal, we found a gelato place that served gelato in the shape of a flower, and practically died from the incredible cuteness of it all.
Seville is the city of dreams.
We finished the day with a boat tour down the canal, a walk through the ceramics district and a casual stroll through all the tourist shops. I couldn’t help but purchase an authentic ceramic mug along with two journals (the life of a writer). The next day we visited the Mezquita in Cordoba, and by nighttime we finally arrived in Granada.