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Weekend in Sevilla November 5, 2007

Posted by Emily in photography, Spain, Travel.
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Sevilla is una maravilla (a marvel). I had heard that it’s “the most Spanish” of the Spanish cities, but didn’t really know what to expect. Seeing as how I have yet to receive my first check for teaching here and the euro keeps hitting all-time highs, over and over again, the fact that Sevilla is only an hour away by cheap train made traveling there a priority. Typically, Spanish trains are a little pricey, but since Córdoba is linked to Sevilla by AVE (high speed from Madrid), the slower (by about half an hour) Andalucía Express is the ugly sister and thus costs about as much as the bus. And oh, how I love the train.

This past weekend was a long one for me (even longer than normal!) since Thursday was All Saints Day, a national holiday, and I always have Fridays off. Wednesday night, I met up with some other teachers in my program at an Irish bar which was entirely decked out for Halloween–spider webs, flying witches, skeletons hanging from the ceiling. Most importantly, I heard “Monster Mash” and felt my night was complete. I was surprised by how many people were dressed up, as I spent the entire day explaining Halloween to various classes at school. Knocking on strangers’ doors and asking for candy is certainly a somewhat strange custom for people to grasp, but I didn’t really understand how strange until I was sitting in a cafe in the evening when two people in costume entered and yelled (in English) at the woman behind the bar, “Give us something for free! Candy! Ice cream!” They had American accents but had apparently missed the class on trick-or-treating…the woman behind the bar seemed frightened. There was a violent quality to the whole exchange, like a bank hold-up or something. No wonder some Spanish are unhappy about the rising popularity of the holiday.

Thursday afternoon, Patricio met me in Córdoba and we took the train to Sevilla. I started to have my doubts about the “most Spanish city” distinction when, on the walk to the hostal, we encountered one plaza with a Starbucks, a McDonald’s, a Burger King, AND a KFC. We could still be in Kansas, Toto. Our hostal was a little bare (NO art on walls anywhere) but ideally located and clean. We went in search of tapas and were lucky to ask directions from a typical sevillano who was out for a little stroll and some tapas with his wife. People from Sevilla are known as super social, outgoing, impressed with themselves and their city, and this guy was no exception. From my Lonely Planet Andalucía: “Matador Rafael Guerra (1862-1941), after a fight in A Coruña on the far northwestern tip of Spain, wanted to get back to Seville that same evening. ‘Maestro,’ they said to him, ‘Seville is very far away.’ ‘Seville, far?’ countered Guerra. ‘Here is far. Seville is where it should be.’ The man we asked for directions was quite similar and proceeded to tell us what a great city it is, how well one can eat, but that we had encountered it a little late (clearly, we were at fault, not the city). He pointed us toward a small bar that was still open, where we ate the best tapas I have ever had and our entire bill came to 7 euros, including drinks. We had jamón serrano, homemade croquetas (fried globs of mashed potatoes/cheese with bits of chicken, fish, or jamon–usually they sort of look like mozarella sticks, but these were different…I will never look at croquetas the same way) and chicken with bechamel cheese. After that, we went to a very Spanish style bar, crawling with people from 19 to 70, and had tinto de verano (cheap red wine and lemon spritzer or Sprite…really light and refreshing) and montaditos de pringá, little sandwiches with I’m not entirely sure what but it tasted sort of barbecue-y.  Chari, the long-term subsitute P.E. teacher I work with, commutes every day from Sevilla, so she gave me a number of great suggestions, among them these sandwiches. We finished off the evening at this strange futuristic bar, all white leather and silver lights, which had elevated white leather bed-like things to sit on rather than chairs. It was not exactly the same as sitting around a table at the Old Post, but was a sight to see.

Friday morning, we hit a great Art Deco café for café con leche and tostada (toast made with smallish baguettes that I find strangely appealing), followed by the cathedral. More than anything, the cathedral is HUGE. For those who want to read a bit about the interesting history, here are a couple of options, but like most Andalucian churches, it has both a Moorish and a Christian history, so the typical Christian-themed cathedral is topped by the very Arabic looking Giralda tower (which lacks stairs on the ascent…just ramps so [apparently very small and agile] horses could go up). It was interesting to wander a bit, check out Christopher Columbus’ tomb and the biggest altarpiece in the world, constructed over 80-some years and containing over 1000 biblical figures. Continuing on with the theme of conquest, we took a quick turn around the halls of the Archivo de Indias, which holds “80 million pages of documents dating from 1492 through to the end of the empire in the 19th century” (thanks again, Lonely Planet). We saw a letter to the king written in the beautiful hand of Hernán Cortez, among other cool documents, and checked out an exhibit about Mexican folk art. After the Archivo, it was time to get back to Chari’s list of suggestions of places to eat. One of the highlights of the afternoon was Bodega Santa Cruz, an old tavern within the shadow of the Giralda but packed with Spaniards. The bartenders were characters, our bill was chalked on the bar in front of us as we ordered, and the tapas were in front of us almost as fast as we could order them. There we had tortilla de patatas, chicken with mushrooms, and flamenquín (rolled up jamon and pork, fried). I know, there’s a certain theme here, but it’s therefore hard to understand why Spanish women all seem to be a size 1. They claim it’s because they use olive oil, so fried foods are healthy. I guess I’ll go with it…there’s little choice, since most everything on the menu is frito anyway. Anyway, after stuffing ourselves there, we needed a little detour from the Spanish theme and a little Swedish efficiency, so we took a bus to IKEA. I have a huge obsession with IKEA anyway, but in Spain, where nothing is really efficient and it would never occur to people to clean up after themselves in public, IKEA can sometimes be a welcome change. The bedspread that came with my room back in Córdoba is nasty and makes me cringe like something in a cheap motel, so I decided the 27 euros it cost for two new pillows, a down comforter, a bedspread AND pillowcases was so worth it. In fact, I am sitting in bed now, relishing the luxury of it all.

We got back in the evening, in time to eat a little something in the room, have a couple drinks, and head out with hopes of catching some flamenco. Like any self-respecting tourist trap, Sevilla advertises heavily for its unique entertainment options–flamenco and bullfighting topping the list. But paying 30 euros, or 60 with dinner, to sit among a bunch of anglosajones with no rhythm didn’t seem all that…authentic. I mentioned to the older man at the hostal that we were looking for a smaller place, and he recommended a bar across the river, close to the hostal. He said it was sort of hit or miss–some nights, friends gathered to play guitar and maybe some other instruments and we might catch some flamenco if we were lucky. It had no cover, and it turns out we hit it on a good night. We were also the only tourists there. It was awesome. The music was great, just a couple guys on a little stage, singing flamenco songs and playing guitar. When we got there, two women were dancing sevillanas…sort of like more approachable flamenco where people two people make turns that resemble a matador guiding a bull with his red cape. Well, one of the women dancing was in a wheelchair. She was lovely and moved with such grace. I got sort of emotional, watching her. She just seemed to be living her life completely, something the Spanish are really known for. She received a lot of praise–when someone does a gesture the people like, or when a turn seems particularly smooth or emotional, the people yell “Olé!” It’s rather addictive…I started saying it way too much, but I was enjoying myself that much. Other couples were dancing, younger people and older people, and it was fun to watch their style. Eventually, a guy pulled me up to dance and I am sure I made a bit of an ass of myself, but the crowd was friendly, smiling at me, and even threw a couple of “olés” my way. Around 4, we made our way back across the river, with one crucial churros con chocolate stop (more fried food…this time hot doughnut type sticks, dipped in thick hot chocolate in a salute to Hernán and his handwriting). It was a wonderful night.

The next morning, it took a strong café con leche to get me back on my feet. I envisioned a somewhat mellow day in Sevilla before catching the 6:45 train, but highly underestimated the size of the Alcázar. I had heard it was Sevilla’s much smaller version of the Alhambra in Granada, where, in 2005, I snapped at least 5 rolls of film in one afternoon. Yes, the Alcázar is smaller, but extremely beautiful, and whereas the Alhambra has basically lost all of its original color, the ornate walls of the Alcázar maintain their original paint. The floors also still have some original tiles and some gardens were only excavated 5 years ago from under a 16th century covering. It’s a real sight to see and free with a student card. The history is too complicated to even touch on here, but suffice to say, the Christian Pedro I (mid-1300s) got along with Mohammed V of Granada, who sent over many of his artisans. In one room, one inscription “announces in Spanish that the building’s creator was ‘the very high, noble and conquering Don Pedro, by the grace of God king of Castila and Leon,’ [while] another proclaims repeatedly in Arabic that ‘there is no conqueror but Allah.'”(LP) It’s too much to take in during just one afternoon, although the weather–in the 80s–couldn’t have been nicer. After that, we hoofed it to the Plaza de España, which was also bigger than I thought, not particularly crowded for a Saturday afternoon, and marked by many lovely tiles. It’s a semi-circle, with sections for each of the (many) Spanish regions, each one with a tile map on the ground, a tile scene typical of the area or the history, and the crest. I felt quite a sense of nationalism, only somewhat obscured by extreme hunger. A nod to the Moorish history–kebab!–and we were back on the train. It was such a pleasant weekend and Sevilla was such a pleasant surprise. I will certainly be back.

Comments»

1. Julie E. - November 6, 2007

I am longing for Sevilla (and Granada) after reading this; you have truly captured the essence of this place. And don’t think I won’t use your food recommendations when I do get the chance to visit. Any chance you have the name or address for that (flamenco) bar you went to?

2. Jeremy - January 31, 2008

Have you made it to La Carboneria yet? I’m surprised that wasn’t the first suggestion when you asked for inexpensive flamenco. There’s no admission and the entertainment is professional grade. It’s over on Calle Levies 18 with a big red door. My favorite place by far when I was there a couple years ago. I came across your blog while trying to refresh my memory for details for an article I’m writing. Your stories really take me back to an amazing time in my life…love that city🙂

3. miamired - January 31, 2008

The name of the flamenco bar is Lo Nuestro and it’s on Calle del Betis (number 36, maybe?) across the Puente de Triana. Cross back over that puente when you’re done there and the churros stand will be open. When we cruised by around midnight on our way to the bar, I asked how late they were open. “Ten,” the woman told me. Moment of confusion. Then I realized she meant 10 in the morning. Ah…

I didn’t get a chance to go to La Carbonería, but it’s on my list for next time. Thanks for the suggestion, Jeremy.


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