Seville wrapped me up in color, rhythm, and history from the moment I arrived. I spent my days wandering sun-washed plazas, getting lost in the narrow streets of the old town, and soaking up the energy of flamenco drifting out from hidden bars at night. Between admiring the intricate beauty of the Alcázar, lingering in the shade of orange trees, and sharing tapas late into the evening, Seville felt effortlessly alive. It was a place where time slowed just enough to savor the details, leaving me with a deep appreciation for Andalusian culture and the city’s unmistakable warmth.
