I spent a week being lost within a maze of cobbled streets, admiring the white houses dripping in greenery, orange trees and, most importantly, the flamenco…
This post comes to you courtesy of FP muse, Billie Edwards.
For those enthusiastic about sangria and monstera deliciosa plants, welcome to Seville. I spent a week being lost within its maze of cobbled streets, admiring the white houses dripping in greenery, orange trees and, most importantly, the flamenco. Seville inspired me to sing, dance and wear red dresses more often than usual. With plenty of pretty rooftops from which to watch sunset fall over the albino town (while consuming wine and cheese), it’s not hard to fall in love with the charming Spanish town.
Although the Spanish countryside was beautiful, I found myself somehow desperate for the ocean. So I was lucky enough to come across my dream town, Nerja. Calm, quiet and incredibly beautiful, full of crystal clear ocean and few people. I explored empty coves, found waterfalls, read plenty of books and gained some freckles and tan lines.
Come back and learn more about Billie next Thursday!