Almost every day in Spain I took a late afternoon siesta while Phineas took his afternoon stroll before we headed out for our evening tapas crawl. On our first day in Seville, the weather was so perfect that I left the window, which overlooked the hotel courtyard, wide open. I fell asleep to the sound of gurgling water from the courtyard fountain. As the sun began to set, I gradually woke up to someone playing classical guitar and a woman laughing in the courtyard below. It wove it's way into my semi-sleep dreams. I can't even describe how gorgeous and peaceful this sleep was. As Phineas arrived back from his walk, the cathedral bells chimed the hour. It was a perfect moment.
Plaza de Toros de las Maestranza - Seville's 18th century Baroque bullring
However, Seville is not solely living in the past. It is a university town with a young and lively night life. As we walked home on our last evening in Seville, we passed small bands of students sharing a last cerveza and a small army of men practising for the famous Semana Santa (Holy Week) processions throughout the city. They were practicing carrying the base of what will be an elaborately decorated wooden float, walking in unison and blindfolded. This perfectly summed up how I felt about Seville - young and old, modern yet steeped in tradition, fun and serious at the same time.