Seville was amazing. Not only did I have the best city-guide ever, but Seville also surprised me. Sophisticated, inspiring and totally relaxed, perfect ingredients for a great stay. The streets were full of beautiful people, very well dressed (or at least the ones I looked at).
And then...the food. Our days went something like this: breakfast - walking - coffee - walking - tapas - walking - tapas - drinks - walking - tapas. Not that I can complain, but sometimes we went a little overboard, luckily we had a good excuse: best friends that reunite must simply make the most of everything...and so we did!
The weather wasn't bad either...to be honest it was beyond amazing. We reached 30°C, in November. Crazy! Seville is definitely worth a visit. The atmosphere, the food, the things to visit, the little streets. Often called the frying pan of Europe and the city of tapas, I hope this post got you all warmed up to book your tickets!
Thank you guapa for the lovely week-end!
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| Soaking up the sun in Alcazar |
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| Tapas - wine - dessert (not ours) |
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| Seville - you were amazing |
But, London was calling. My timing in going back home was better than it was when I left for Seville. Although I left on time (so I thought), I apparently took the slow train, which stopped two or three times before finally arriving at London Stansted at 17.25. My gate was closing at 17.35!
This, my friends, was followed by what could be described as a movie scene. I took my trolley under my arm, ignored the tons of people waiting to pass the security (didn't even notice if someone was angry or not), ran to the gate (which was very far)...saw 'Final Call' next to my flight: panic! I arrived in the hall of my gate, to find yet another line. Ignored it as well. Apparently, the entire line was waiting to board the flight: WTF?!
Coming back went very smooth. Upon arrival though, I thought it'd be a good idea to tear up my train ticket and throw it away. No control on the train (if you're from Belgium, you think like this) = no control ever. But, alas, there they were. 3 big security guys. The inevitable happened...I needed to collect all the pieces of my ticket and my receipt. Luckily it was the only thing in the litter, so no dirty things went down. But still, I felt weird. A few sad looks on the face and they let me through. I was the last person leaving Liverpool Station that night, London, I'm back!
After a good night sleep, I woke up in very different conditions. There was nobody besides me in the room. No best friend's face to greet you and...the weather! Horrible. This was about to be a not so interesting day with a lot of chilling, groceries and laundry.
I wanted to get back in the groove of things, so I decided to do something new that night! I met up with Emeline and Taku to go the Old Vic Tunnels, to attend a very unusual theatre night, performed by Platform: an inspiring group of people who dedicated their free time to bring you a very pleasant evening. Plus, it was FREE!
The night was amazing and so unexpected. A play about love in London and all the facets of this crazy city, in an amazing setting: overground tunnels! And there it was...I FELT AT HOME! The attendees were all Londonders and I felt one of them.
A night to be called a true success, followed by a lovely (Spanish) wine in a local pub. I hope some pictures might give an impression, but the feeling I got that night...can't be explained. I was back home and I felt happy. London. I love you!
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| Wise words. Platform presentation book. |
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| Tube-scene |
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| Marriage in the tunnel |
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| This says it all. |
XX // T.L.
Love - from, in and to - London. - The Londonist
