We left Plaza San Marcos bright and early, ready for our grand Seville finale — and this time, our bus adventure was flawless. That’s right: we caught the bus to Plaza de Armas with zero wrong turns, zero “is this the stop?” debates, and zero unplanned cardio. Growth.
First order of business: drop the rucksacks into the station lockers like they were small hostages we didn’t want to carry in 37°C heat. Then, feeling light and free, we strolled into the shopping centre to do some last-minute “just looking” that inevitably turned into “how am I fitting this in my bag?”
After spending an unreasonable amount of time considering whether I really needed a second hand fan (spoiler: yes), we wandered along the Guadalquivir River, where the sun roasted us like two enthusiastic but underprepared tapas.
🌡 Heat Survival Move: We ducked into the Mercado del Barranco for a pit stop. Air-con, cold drinks, snacks… we needed it. At 37°C, even my shadow was sweating.
Revived, we crossed the river over Puente de los Cachorros and waddled around Triana for a final goodbye. My walking pace was less “exploring tourist” and more “penguin in slow motion,” but the charm of Seville kept pulling us along.
Eventually, the clock struck “almost midnight” and it was time to board our Flexibus back to Lisbon. Yes — bus. Because of my completely unreasonable fear of flying. But you know what? That tiny irrationality will never stop my very big love for travel. Planes, trains, buses, boats — if it moves, I’ll ride it… unless it has wings and turbulence.
And so, we left Seville the way we had lived it: slightly sunburned, mildly dehydrated, overfed on tapas, and absolutely smitten. This city is hot in every way — the weather, the colors, the dancing, the sheer drama of its history.
Seville didn’t just give us photos; it gave us moments: fanning ourselves in palaces like Mudejar royals, getting lost and found, watching sunsets from giant wooden mushrooms, and gliding down the river as if we owned a 19th-century yacht.
Would I come back? In a heartbeat. Would I come back in August? …Let me check the forecast first.
But one thing’s for sure: Seville, you’ve got me — heatstroke and all.
Seville Travel Tips (From Someone Who Has Survived August Here) ☀️🍊
1. Embrace the Siesta.
Between 2 pm and 5 pm, Seville becomes an open-air oven. Shops close, locals disappear, and you should too. This is not “lazy” — it’s strategic survival.
2. Hydration is not optional.
You will sweat. A lot. Always carry water. And when you think you’ve had enough, have more. Bonus: tinto de verano counts as hydration… probably.
3. Wear light clothes — and not black.
Learn from my mistake. Black clothing in August turns you into a portable solar panel. Go for airy, light fabrics unless you enjoy slow roasting.
4. Start early or go late.
Plan sightseeing for mornings and evenings. Midday is best spent eating, napping, or standing inside the cathedral pretending to admire the altar while secretly enjoying the air conditioning.
5. Buy a fan.
Not the electric kind — the elegant Spanish abanico. It’s practical, photogenic, and makes you feel like you’re in a period drama.
6. Shoes matter.
Seville’s beauty comes with cobblestones. Wear shoes that can handle miles of walking — because your step count will look like you trained for the Olympics.
7. Try everything at least once.
Tapas? Absolutely. Flamenco? Yes. River cruise? Go for it. Even if you think “meh,” Seville might surprise you.
8. Slow down.
Some of Seville’s best moments happen when you’re not rushing — a quiet courtyard, a shady orange grove, a random street musician in Triana. Let the city breathe with you.
9. Don’t fear getting lost.
Half the charm of Seville is wandering aimlessly. Worst case, you discover another pretty plaza and a café with cold beer.
10. Come back in another season.
August has its charm (and its sauna effect), but spring and autumn mean orange blossoms, cooler weather, and fewer melted tourists.
