Woke up at Plaza San Marcos feeling like a seasoned Andalusian explorer. My legs, however, politely asked me to reconsider. But this was no time for weakness — we had convents, palaces, and giant waffle-shaped architecture to conquer.
Armed with caffeine and a stubborn sense of cultural FOMO, I stepped out into the furnace once again.
👻 Stop 1: Convento de Santa Paula
First stop? Nuns.
Hidden behind a very “blink-and-you’ll-miss-it” door, this convent was a peaceful start — a silent oasis with beautiful cloisters and actual nuns selling handmade sweets through a turnstile like divine vending machines. 10/10 for wholesome vibes and spiritual calories.
💚 Stop 2: Basilica de la Macarena
A little off the tourist path and very worth it. This basilica houses La Macarena, the Virgin of Hope, aka the Beyoncé of Seville’s Holy Week. She’s decked out in gold, tears, and so much emotion I almost cried and I hadn’t even had a snack yet. Also — macarena. You’re welcome for having the song stuck in your head now.
🏛️ Stop 3: Palacio de las Dueñas
Next up, the House of Alba’s fancy estate — complete with orange trees, antique furniture, and the kind of casual luxury that whispers, “We’ve had money since Columbus asked for directions.” There were peacocks. I tried not to relate too hard. It’s elegant, peaceful, and full of history. Also, lots of tiles I now want for my future imaginary palace bathroom.
🎨 Stop 4: Palacio de la Condesa de Lebrija
This one’s for the mosaic lovers. The Countess apparently collected Roman floors like most people collect fridge magnets. Every room is basically an archaeological flex, and I’m here for it. It’s giving “Indiana Jones meets Real Housewives of Seville.”
🖼️ Stop 5: Museo de Bellas Artes
By now I was questioning reality (and my hydration levels), but the Museum of Fine Arts reeled me back in. It’s housed in a former convent (Seville loves its nuns), and packed with Spanish masterpieces — Murillo, Zurbarán, and plenty of dramatic saints doing dramatic things. Bonus: blissfully cool rooms with benches for “art appreciation naps.”
🍄 Stop 6: Las Setas (Metropol Parasol)
Just when I thought I’d seen all the vibes Seville had to offer — boom. Futuristic giant wooden mushrooms in the middle of the old city. AKA “Las Setas.” Perfect for people-watching, architectural whiplash, and accidentally buying overpriced gelato. And at sunset? Pure magic.
🌅 Sunset Vibes
We climbed to the top of Las Setas for panoramic views of the city — golden rooftops, church domes, distant mountains, and a light breeze that felt like a personal miracle. It was the kind of sunset that makes you forget your feet are plotting revenge.
🏠 Back to Plaza San Marcos
I dragged myself back home with a phone full of photos, a bag full of souvenirs, and a heart full of architectural drama and nun-made cookies.
Day 2 Summary:
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Total steps: Probably walked to Portugal.
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Favorite quote: “Is that a real Roman mosaic or just fancy tile?”
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Regrets: Still none.
Seville, you’re showing off. And I’m not mad.
And now for that much awaited spam of photos!
Sleep tight and come back tomorrow for more 😉
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