Seville, Spain is where I spent my Thanksgiving holiday in 2008. I was living in London at the time so no turkey and dressing (not to be confused with stuffing) for me. Instead, my mom joined me in London and we hopped on a cheap flight to Seville. Because we could. Because getting anywhere in Europe when you’re based in London is cheap and usually relatively easy, thanks to the countless low-cost airlines.
I decided Seville would be nice because we’d enjoy some relatively warm weather. Or, they could have one of their coldest late Novembers on record. Mother Nature: 1, Jacquelyn: 0.
Getting to Seville was no small feat. Okay, maybe I’m being slightly dramatic, but our flight from London was delayed and my mom got sick en route. This sometimes happens with her. I vividly remember a trip to the Cotswolds where, thank god we had bought something in a gift shop because that bag came in handy.
Anyway, my not-so-limited Spanish skills and the cab driver from the airport got us to our hotel, Hotel Alminar, pretty easily. I chose this hotel predominately because it was the #1 hotel in Seville on TripAdvisor, which is where I worked at the time so it was gospel to me. (I just checked and it’s currently #12 of 171 hotels in Seville, which is still pretty darn good.)
The manager at the hotel was sweet. He certainly humored me and my desire to speak Spanish; I remember telling him that my mom was enferma when he asked if we needed dinner recommendations. Still, he offered some recommendations and we took his advice and went to a local tapas place. The food was good, but I always have a hard time with smoking in restaurants in Europe. Yuck.
One thing that you see all over Seville are orange trees. They’re everywhere. And in late November, they were overflowing with bright orange fruit. We spent a lot of time just walking around and taking in the pretty scenery, even though it was a little chilly.
We spent an afternoon exploring Alcazar, the royal palace, and its grounds were overflowing with orange trees, too.
We walked the many stairs and ramps to get to the top of La Giralda, the bell tower.
The views of Seville from La Giralda were postcard perfect.
We also saw the somewhat controversial tomb of Christopher Columbus… or is it his brother, Diego?