Back in December, Rhett and I spent a whirlwind 10 days in Spain. And can I just say, right off the bat, Seville was a complete stand out for me. It embodied everything I wanted, everything I expected, from our holiday in Spain. Seville was historically enchanting, rich with color, fresh oranges, and quaint pink-washed alleyways, and was absolutely buzzing with Christmas cheer. I harbour only the fondest memories from my time here; my only gripe being that I had to leave after 3 measly days.
Rhett and I arrived to Seville on the 22nd of December 2017 via a high-speed Renfe train from Madrid. Upon our arrival, within mere minutes of entering the narrow streets of Old Town, I was enraptured. Seville was absolutely stunning, with its old world charm, hidden corner stores and streets upon streets of tapas cafe serving only the best spreads of Iberian jamón and queso (ham and cheese). A complete contrast to the busy city precinct of Madrid. And needless to say, I was utterly pleased.
As we only had 2 nights up our sleeves, when booking accommodation, location was my number one consideration. I wanted to be close to the main attractions whilst also having plenty to choose from in the way of cafes and restaurants. After much deliberation, the old town of Seville was a clear winner and Puerta Catedral Studios our apartment provider of choice. And at just AUD $120 per night, what we got, I felt was more than comfortable.
On our first and only full day, Rhett and I started our morning at the Alcazar, the Royal Palace of Seville, originally built by the Moorish Muslim Kings during their occupation of Spain in the 10th century. Renowned for its architectural beauty, it was easily one of the nicest places I’ve ever had the pleasure of exploring. We had 2 DSLRs in hand and I’m pretty sure we clocked over a thousand photos combined in the space of just a few hours. Every wall, corner and door seemed to be more interesting than the last and I guess, you know … when in Rome, I suppose.
The Court yard in particular, the very same used to film the water gardens of Dorne in Game of Thrones, was incredibly resplendent with its handmade tiles, horse-shoe shaped arches and intricate carvings. The palace was drenched in history, and for once in my not-so-interested-in-history life, I actually found myself wanting to learn more. Who would have thought …
And as you can probably tell by our photos, my husband and I had no dramas when it came to amusing ourselves, there was not a single narrow hallway or small window that we didn’t try to squeeze into. In fact, I even managed to get my first portrait of Rhett. Which, in my books, is a proper accomplishment. Getting a photo of that handsome boy-man of mine is no dissimilar to catching an ultra rare Pokémon. Pretty much damn near impossible.
On second thought, I might even lodge this as a ‘life event’ on my Facebook.
After we felt ourselves ‘finished’ with the Alcazar of Seville, Rhett and I ventured into the streets of Old Town in search for some tapas before heading off for our midday nap.
Well, truth be told, I napped whilst Rhett proactively emptied our memory cards and edited a few of our photos. For some reason, my husband refuses to nap. It’s baffling.
To finish off our afternoon, we headed to the Catedral de Sevilla; the third largest gothic church in the world, its bell tower standing at a monstrous 105 meters high. Not knowing what to expect, Rhett and I paid an admission fee of €10 each, only to find ourselves, an hour and forty-five flights of stairs later, leaning over one of the highest windowsills in all of Seville, furiously snapping eagle eye shots of the city streets down below. As you can see, the view was incredible.
Seville was a highlight for me and in my opinion, a must-see city that caters to a large variety of preferences. Whether you are a photographer, a historian, an aimless wanderer, or a … whatever, I am sure this charismatic city will have something just for you.