Sevilla felt like storybook Spain. The streets are lined with orange trees. Strangers are friends. And, the city smells good – a mix of citrus blossoms, sunshine and sangria. If I could bottle the scent and take it with me, I would.
Victoria and I arrived on Tuesday evening and found Sevilla bustling. This week is Feria, an annual fair that falls at the end of April and early May. It is a weeklong celebration of Andalusian life – horses, flamenco and wine abound. The women dress in colorful, traditional dresses wear big flowers in their hair. Horse-drawn carriages carry families to the fairgrounds, where they settle in a caseta (private-party tent) to eat and drink and be merry. Feria felt almost entirely local. It was a true Andalusian family affair. Subtract Victoria and I from the equation and I swear there were only a handful of foreigners walking around. As a tourist in a sea of locals I played my role, attempting to snap photos without drawing attention, but having limited success. I told Victoria that I didn’t like looking like a tourist. “But you are a tourist!” was her response. Good point. I guess I just don’t want to be.