Come travel with us!: Day 3 in Seville: “Sweating Elegantly Through Parks and Plazas” 🌳🐂

Woke up in Plaza San Marcos, once again defying both the heat and my body’s cries for a “beach day instead.” But Seville wasn’t done with me yet — oh no. Today was about parks, passion, and places where people once fought bulls for fun.

Out I marched, with my water bottle, fan, and hope. Mostly the fan.

🌴 Stop 1: Parque de María Luisa
If Seville had a lungs emoji, this would be it. This massive, romantic park is all shady paths, exotic plants, and tiled fountains straight out of a Disney movie. I got lost and wasn’t even mad — it’s like wandering through a botanical soap opera. Somewhere between the palm trees and swan ponds, I briefly forgot the sidewalk was hot enough to fry tapas.

🌲 Stop 2: Parque de los Príncipes
A little further across the river in the Los Remedios area, this park felt more local — fewer tourists, more ducks, and slightly less risk of photobombing someone’s engagement shoot. Quiet, leafy, and ideal for pretending you’re in a 90s Spanish telenovela. Also ideal for sitting very, very still in the shade.

🎭 Stop 3: Triana District
Crossed the Puente de Isabel II into Triana, and instantly felt 23% cooler. Triana is Seville’s sassy, artsy twin — home to flamenco legends, ceramic shops, and the kind of tapas bars that make you say, “Well… one more can’t hurt.” The energy is different here: less cathedral-tourist, more "let’s open a pottery studio and fall in love with a guitarist."

I briefly considered becoming a flamenco dancer. Then I remembered my coordination level.

🏛️ Stop 4: Plaza de España
Back over the river and into architectural heaven. If a city could flirt, this plaza would be swiping right on everyone. The half-moon shaped palace, tiled alcoves for every Spanish province, and an actual moat (yes, with rowboats!) make this one of the most extra things I’ve ever seen — in the best way.

I posed dramatically on a bridge. It felt necessary.

🐂 Stop 5: Real Plaza de Toros
Next up, Seville’s famous bullring. Whether you’re into bullfighting or not (I’m firmly in the “nope” camp), the architecture and history here are fascinating. It’s elegant, dramatic, and slightly intimidating — like the matador version of the Colosseum. No bulls were harmed in this visit. Just my pride when I tripped on a cobblestone.

🌉 Stop 6: Torre del Oro
Final stop before heading home — this golden watchtower used to guard the Guadalquivir River. Now it guards you from boredom with a small naval museum and views that make you say “wow” out loud without meaning to. I stared at boats. I imagined being a 16th-century explorer. I sweated through my shirt.

🏠 Back to Plaza San Marcos
By sunset, I limped back to our apartment like a dusty gladiator returning from a very picturesque battle. My feet? Gone. My memory card? Full. My heart? Soft from all the tiles, tapas, and charming riverside moments.

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