Travel Photography Part 3: Seville, Spain
Okay, fellow foodies + wanderluster's, this is it. The last of my Spain Travel series blog posts and it pains me to say so. I've intentionally over-extended this topic because I was never really ready to let it go.
For us, our intent for traveling wasn't necessarily to disconnect but rather the opposite--we wanted to connect with a more authentic version of ourselves as individuals and as a couple. We took our time to connect with locals, engaged in meaningful conversations, ate with intention, and immersed ourselves in nature which all attributed to an amazing life-changing adventure. And although all you see in my travel posts are carefully curated images of our trip, the best and most memorable moments were the unseen, in-between, and the undocumented. Without any further a-do, here are our final days in Spain:
Day 7: We arrived in Seville, Spain from Valencia. It was raining this morning so although it was visually gloomy, there was still something so calming and refreshing about this small city. We stepped out of our taxi, received a warm-welcome from our AirBnB host, and followed him through a legit maze to get to his home. What I noticed immediately about Seville was that it was small, humble, untouched, and the depth of its history breathed from the cobblestone roads and its archaic walls. After soaking in the view and settling in to our temporary home, we found a restaurant that served English breakfast. By this point, we were craving for a non-tapas brunch so we caved in and ordered the Big Ben. We spent the rest of the day touring the Spanish square + cathedral. Later that night, we indulged in a traditional Flamenco show called Los Gallos. AMAZING.
Day 8: We awoke early and caught ourselves humming to the opening soundtrack of the Game of Throne's. Game of Throne fanatics, anyone? We headed to the entrance of the Real Alcazar , an ancient palace built from the 10th century but more importantly (half kidding) the location where GoT Water Gardens of Dorne was filmed. I could go on and on about this attraction but words and even photos of what we saw and experienced there would never do it justice. We stayed for hours and as compelling as it was to photograph every inch of the palace, I stopped myself after realizing it would be nearly impossible.
Later that night, we went to an ancient bath house which reminded me of the scenes from Spartacus. Spartacus fanatics, anyone? This was probably one of my favorite memories because all my senses were overwhelmed--lounging in a large empty bath, surrounded by gorgeous ancient interior, live acoustic flamenco, the aroma of burning incense, and Sean splashing around.
Day 9: We visited Plaza De Espana, originally built for the Ibero-American Exhibition of 1929. Vibrantly beautiful in its color combinations, textiles, and history. We then walked a bit away from this small town and visited the Metropol Parasol, aka the mushroom, claimed to be the tallest wooden structure in the world. This tourist attraction was a bit odd and seemed misplaced. BUT, once we discovered we could get free drinks at the top and a beautiful view of the city, we were ALL. IN.
Annnnddd that's it that's all, friends. My traveling photography saga ends here. Hope you all enjoyed these photos as much as I did. And if you didn't, thank you for sticking around anyway :)