Seville was seriously here and gone so fast... Right now I'm already in Barcelona trying to remember everything we did there.
I believe the first day, we wandered around trying to find our hostel for too long... The sign was teeny!
Once found, though, we couldn't stay mad for too long. There was a terrace bar and pool. (The pool was hot tub sized and probably 70 degrees inside, but it was a pool nonetheless.) and from the terrace, we noticed a strange building called "the Mushroom"- a building to contrast the old architecture in the rest of Seville.
We wandered the small, cobblestone streets that night with two Bosnian backpackers in the room just below ours. People were flooded into the streets; the small city definitely had a lot of life.
I just noticed the flamenco shop behind us! We saw that the following night.
The next morning we were awakened by street performers outside of our open window. You would think that would be nice, but we weren't too pleased. You can't ignore Spanish singing even if you want to.
We started off the day going to see the cathedral, famous for its beautiful architecture and tall, climb able tower with the best view of Seville from the top. 
My money belt is showing! Oh how embarrassing.
Hola, Seville! I swear, everyone has a rooftop terrace and a pool there (which we could see from up there). So jealous.
We then ate lunch next to the cathedral, constantly interrupted by gypsies trying to sell us strange trinkets and spices, or just begging for money.
Afterwards we headed to my favorite place in Seville, the Alcazar Royal Gardens. They were so beautiful- enclosed by walls covered in blue designed tiles. These gardens have many pools full of fish, fountains, and even peacocks wandering the grounds. We tried to relax on a nice grassy patch, it apparently royal grass is not for lying, only looking.
We talked with an artist after leaving the gardens. She is from Denmark, but now spends her days sitting outside the royal gardens painting the beautiful tiles in watercolors, all in shades of blue. I wanted to buy one, but with traveling for another month, I'm nervous it would get crunched along the way in my bag. Ayla took the risk, though.
It's woman was a traveler as well, and told us stories of exploring Europe. Also she gave us suggestions of where to go in Italy, which is always appreciated.
We wandered to Plaza de Espana, only to find that there is really no grass to lay in there, either. So, as a last resort, we went back to the rooftop terrace pool.
That night, Ayla and I attended a flamenco show. There was a guitar player, singer, and two dancers on the stage. One flamenco dancer performs at a time in order to preserve the connection between the music and the dancer, so we're told. The singer was so passionate, it almost looked like she was in pain. It didn't help that I couldn't understand anything she was saying... Bt overall it was a really great experience. Flamenco is very captivating and an intense show, an hour passed by without notice.
The next morning, we woke, ate, wandered and shopped, and were on our way to Barcelona.
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