Sevilla

After a quick flight from JFK (I slept) to Madrid, and an even quicker one from Madrid to Seville, I finally arrived in the ancient city of courageous conquistadors and bold bullfighters. Seville is traditional, conservative, and almost antique. It would almost be quaint if it weren´t for the old Moorish arches looking down on cramped cafe-bars, chic Sevillanos pouring out like a steady stream of vino tinto. Lights shine down on the Guadalquivir, transforming it into a sea of sparkling cava. Time to fiesta.