The second I stepped into Seville, I had a smile across my face nonstop.
After a very early flight, some frustrations along the way and secretly wishing I was flying home to California instead, I stepped into Seville, saw the buildings and the sun and those nasty feelings were replaced by complete awe, amazement and happiness.
And then of course we went there again the next day.
The colors of the buildings, the orange trees, the windows, the alleyways, the titles...
It was all just so unbelievably perfect.
I felt like I was in a dream or on a movie set!