I uploaded the pictures for this post about 4 months ago and felt it was about time I put in some words to match. It’s taken my little sisters first trip abroad with friends, to write about my first trip abroad with Conor.
Our time in Spain was short but sweet. We left early in the morning, with the boiler in the flat we had just moved into the night before out of order, and an uber ride that seemed to last forever. We played blackjack on the plane (I don’t think we were playing it right but Conor insisted he googled the rules) and I read most of my book.
Prior to our trip I planned like a crazy woman, complete with a colour coded itinerary containing estimated Metro times, map directions to our desired excursions and printouts of all our bookings. In hindsight I should have also included places to eat because there were times when we struggled to find somewhere we would enjoy (but other times when a restaurant door would open in front of us and we were in food heaven). I should have also given more thought to my packing – I have no idea how I ended up only packing 1 pair of pants. I remembered to pack make up wipes even though I hardly wear make up, about 4 different scraves, and a pack of playing cards, but only 1 pair of pants …
Things I did get right: our hotel was a stones throw away from the arc de triomphe, and walking shoes. Because even though we grabbed a 5 day Metro pass, we ended up walking everywhere. By the end of day 3 I couldn’t stand for several hours, but gosh was Barcelona beautiful on foot. We visited museums (for me) and a football stadium (for him), took detours into hidden gardens, and climbed hills I didn’t think my ankles could handle to catch birds eye views for miles around us.
After 4 days in Barcelona we boarded a train to Seville for 5 hours. We ended up on a bus to the airport 3 days before our departure date instead of our hotel and had to get a taxi from there. Planning fails. And whilst the heat in Barcelona was manageable, Seville was insanely hot. After 2 days of exploring, we spent the entire 3rd day in the comfort of our air conditioned room. Which suited us just fine because our hotel itself was something out of this world. It was almost storybook-like and packed with quirky features.
Even though we didn’t see as much of it as we had planned to, we took to Seville more than Barcelona. We found it to be more beautiful, and the atmosphere much calmer and relaxed. You didn’t encounter bustling tourists at every corner, there was no traffic, and you could hear yourself think. We remembered for a second we were honeymooners and took a boat ride in the Parque de Maria Luisa. Although I made a fool of myself when I insisted on being lead rower. Conor bought a hat without a work logo on it, and we ate at a tapas restaurant next door to our hotel that was so good we still remember the meal 6 months later. We took a crazy amount of pictures, played more blackjack, and Conor jumped into the hotel pool after hours.