Sights and Sounds of Seville; Day Five

Enjoying our boat ride at Plaza de Espana

As promised, I’ll be reporting on my trip to Seville here on Medium! Each day of my trip will have its own post, with tips, tricks, and recommendations about travelling. Enjoy!

As it was my final day in Seville, I focused on having a relaxing day, seeing some of the things I had enjoyed the most before I left. I went for breakfast at de Sierpes again, having the same as I did last time (half a tostada with caffe con leche and a croissant). I then picked up some fruit for tomorrow morning, so that I didn’t have to rush around before I caught my flight.

I then chose my last souvenirs; a flamenco fan for my mum (as close to purple as I could get!) and a model of the Cathedral for my dad. I dropped everything back at Dona Lola before heading back out again.

Sam and I had discussed yesterday that we’d like to sit somewhere in Santa Cruz today for lunch, so I explored the district looking for good tapas bars. I found one, and also found a small shop selling ceramics and Moorish-style metalwork. There was a chess set made of ceramic, and the board had Moorish star patterns inscribed on the squares. It was beautifully made, but there was no way I could afford it! There were also some small intricate Moorish teapots, and I wish I’d chosen one of those for my souvenir rather than the plate from Cordoba!

Wandering back towards the Plaza Nueva to meet Sam, I picked up a drink from Milkaway; a milkshake and smoothie bar near the Cathedral. I had a mango and whey protein (try it!) milkshake, which I enjoyed in the sun at Plaza Nueva. Once Sam arrived, we headed for the Plaza de Espana; the main place I wanted to see again.

On our first visit, we had seen people hiring rowing boats and going around the lake, and we decided to give it a try. For €6 plus a €4 deposit, we could have 35 minutes. After floundering for a minute or so (we had decided to each row one side of the boat) we finally got into a good rhythm and were able to really enjoy ourselves! Not content with the strains and scrapes from parkour in Cordoba, we pushed hard at times, ‘competing’ against the other rowers. After making our way round, we relaxed as our boat floated underneath one of the Plaza’s towers.

We then returned to Santa Cruz and enjoyed some excellent tapas in one of the district’s charming side streets, at a tapas bar I had found earlier. We rarely get to eat outside in Britain, so being able to enjoy some great food outside was a nice change. Our main dish was a tortilla which, unlike the Mexican wrap, is actually an omelette made from eggs and potato. It was great, and alongside it we enjoyed tapas of salmon lasagne, pork meatballs, and spinach and chickpeas.

We then wandered back to Las Setas and had some great churros under the structure, watching people go by as the evening began to draw in. Sam showed me the rooftop terrace bar in a nearby department store, and we had good views of the city at sunset. I then headed back to my hotel to pack and get ready for my final evening in Seville.

I met Sam and his girlfriend at Alfafa, and we decided on Donaire for tapas. While waiting for our other friends, we ordered pork in whiskey sauce, goats cheese with honey, and some olives. Our waiter was ruthlessly efficient, and appeared to be slightly OCD (he kept moving our beer glasses and the menu around, placing them at right angles every time we disturbed them!). After the others joined us, we ordered some more of the delicious pork and some vegetable moussaka. It was great fun, and the best was yet to come.

We then headed for La Carboneria, and were treated to our best performance of the week. The singers were two older men, who were incredibly passionate, and the crowd were absolutely enthralled. The female dancer was one of the best I’d seen, and she danced with each of the singers for different songs (They took it in turns to sing, while the other either clapped along or danced).

Here’s the funny thing; we’d seen the older of the two men around the city, singing and selling spices from a small stall. And after the final performance of the night (and after we’d each done two tequila shots…) he stayed talking to people and we struck up a conversation with him in Spanish. From what Sam translated for me, the man was saying that we wouldn’t find better flamenco outside of Seville, and that is really is all about passion and emotion. It was a great experience, and a perfect ending to my trip.

I went back to Las Setas with the group, but unfortunately had to decline any further revelry. After hugs all round, I bid farewell to Sam and hoped to see him again before Christmas. I enjoyed my last walk back to Dona Lola before falling asleep, wishing I didn’t have to come home!