Sevilla is the crown jewel of the south–it’s the capital and largest city of Andalucia.
I spent four days here and set foot on ground trod by Romans and on slightly newer things, like these giant mushrooms, which provide an excellent view of the city.
I have to thank the lovely folks at Oasis Hostel Sevilla for giving me a great home base from which to explore the city.
Sevilla is beautiful at any time of day, but I think I prefer sunset the most.
Then again, Sevilla at night is pretty special, too.
A local specialty is rabo del toro, or in English, braised oxtail stew. It’s spicy, savory, and the meat melts on your mouth.
Like Córdoba to the north, Sevilla was once home to a melting pot of Christians, Jews, and Muslims.
The towering Cathedral of Sevilla once was a mosque. It’s also the third-largest church structure in the world.
The interior is filled with late Gothic stained glass.
There’s just enough blank space left on the walls to keep the place from feeling oversaturated with gold and color!
One of my favorite aspects of the cathedral is its tower, which affords spectacular views of Sevilla in all directions.
The tower itself is covered in elegant sculpture, and its windows are crowned with elegant figurative capitals.
Just like at Córdoba there is a large patio in the shadow of the cathedral, and it is overflowing with oranges–you can smell them when the breeze blows the right way.
Even clothes hanging out to dry have an ethereal quality to them.
This is the roof of the cathedral, a patchwork of burnt clay tiles, yellow weeds poking through the cracks, and wasted white patches of bird excrement.
Unlike most of Europe during February, Sevilla is warm and sunny enough to walk around outside without a jacket on. The shade is most welcome here.
There are fountains everywhere though–maybe for impromptu splash fights on really hot days?
There are unexpectedly beautiful treasures everywhere in Sevilla, like this hummingbird, the smallest one I have ever seen.
Musicians cover the streets like the many oranges that fall to the ground in the spring, blanketing the city with their sweetness.
Occasionally, the streets line up perfectly and “Water” and “Life” intersect. In case you’re wondering, there’s a bar on that corner–probably not serving water.
This humble painter has a stupendous eye for color and sells his work for almost nothing. Dad, check the mail in about a week.
The bullfighting ring is blindingly white on a clear sunny day.
There was a marathon happening in Sevilla.
You would have guessed that merely by seeing what the streets looked like.
Much farther out of the center were rows of stately white houses with lemon and orange trees planted in front.
The Plaza de España is quite expansive and you can rent boats to row through the canal in the middle.
Not too far from Plaza de España is the old Jewish ghetto.
Not too far from the old Jewish ghetto is the stunning Alcazar de Sevilla, the oldest royal palace in Europe still used as a residence. Parts of it are thirteen centuries old–it is a testament to the Golden Age of Spain.
Intricate caligraphy covers its walls.
Its halls undulate endlessly across numerous courtyards, gardens, and fountains.
I sat here on my last day in the city and read a great book.
Before I caught my bus south, I found a hole in the wall that made the best bocadillo (sandwich) I’ve had in Spain.
I know Sevilla is too beautiful for words, but I guess 600 will do 🙂
If this is your first time reading my blog, let me know in the comments section below! Wouldn’t it be awesome to see more cool places like this every time you opened your email? Following my blog is free, and I don’t believe in spam–click on the “Follow!” button up there on the right for updates on my travels and inspiration for the next time you go somewhere new!