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The beautiful Spanish city of Seville doesn’t often have to play second fiddle to anything.
I suppose it shouldn’t be the world’s greatest surprise, considering how big a part travelling plays in my life generally, but I didn’t always plan to run my first marathon in Seville.
When in Spain there is nothing I enjoy more than tucking into some of the local culinary delights – and the majority of the time that means Tapas. As someone who never knows what dish to choose from the menu, the idea of being able to dive into several smallerRead More …
There is a sudden edge to the previously relaxed conversation. Tempers are not quite fraying over Tapas, but the debate has a dicey ring to it. The reason for this strain in Spain: none other than that great Italian explorer, Christopher Columbus.
Talk to me about walking round gardens and you’ll normally find a trail blazing for the nearest exit. But there is something different about the experience when it involves 30 degree heat, spectacular Moorish architecture and enchanting parks spreading as far as the eye can see.
“I’d always feel better when I thought about the palace. The way it shimmers in the sunlight. The way the air always smells of flowers.” So said Darth Vader when talking about Seville’s Plaza de España.
At 6pm in Seville the temperature had just peaked at 31 degrees centigrade. Tapas bars were slowly coming to life after the lull of siesta time, although the city wouldn’t truly start moving for at least a couple of hours.