My two days in Seville consisted of many stops for tapas, one at the oldest bar in Seville open since 1670 (!), meetings with some amazing lovely people, and consistent random outbursts from yours truly of “I’m so happy right now!”
Yes, stating the absolute obvious.
First of all, let’s take a look at where I was staying:
I probably could have just stayed in the apartment the whole time and still been happy. That’s how nice it was. Even better when you’re not paying for it. God bless work.
My first day in Seville was full of meetings and general networking with lovely people as well as a Spanish class. I was able to observe students at our partner school during their lesson and brush up on a little of my own forgotten Spanish. It was certainly an eye opener into how much I could easily remember and how easy a language it truly is. I may just sign up for one our Spanish classes when I get back to NYC and commit to getting it back. Can’t hurt to have a third language under my belt, right?
In the midst of all the meetings and running around town visiting the varying sites that I need to sell, I was treated to many tapas and servezas. Yup, I drank beer. Me – the cocktail queen – drank beer! I didn’t want to be rude, and I figured everything tastes better in Spain, why not the beer?
Tapas throughout the day included cheese and ham croquettes, potato balls in creamy goat cheese sauce, eggplant smothered in tomato cream sauce, salmon salad, Sevillan cookie cake (it’s a real thing, trust me), chicken a la plancha, and battered cod. Sadly, there are no pictures as I had to pretend to be professional and not obsessed with my food. I’m sure they would have found my desire to photograph my tapas quite entertaining but I opted against it. Just like I opted against the liter of sangria I was offered at lunch by the oh so friendly waiter. If only, my friend, if only.
My second day was even better if that’s possible. Nothing but touristy walking around, a visit to the amazing cathedral, a walk through the Jewish quarter, and a well deserved lunch of paella and delicious sangria (finally!). Here’s a sampling of photos from my tourist day before catching my train to Malaga:
Seriously, Seville, thank you for such a warm welcome and your endless charm. I will be back for sure as soon as I can possibly manage it, friends and family in tow.
Next up Malaga, let’s see if it can possibly compare!