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The wanderlust has been hitting me hard lately, which clearly means I should finally finish up the travel series I started last summer (edit: two summers ago) with my trip to Spain.

Obviously, it's been a while, and I will never be able to remember the names of the restaurants we went to, try as I might. However, I still remember what we saw and did, and still have tons of photos to share, so hopefully this post might be helpful, even if it is three quarters of a year (edit: nearly two years) late.


This is a photo taken inside the hotel we stayed at in Sevilla, called Las Casas de la Judería. As you can probably guess from the name, it was located in the Jewish Quarter of Sevilla, and it was one of the coolest hotels I've ever stayed at; it was filled with underground passages and private courtyards, creating a beautiful and slightly mysterious atmosphere. Here's a view from the balcony outside our room.



We also got lost.

The Royal Alcazar was my favorite thing we saw in Sevilla, and also possibly my favorite thing we saw in Spain. It was filled with glorious gardens and beautiful architecture. Just look at the pictures.

































We also had the chance to see some truly stunning flamenco dancing at one of the premier flamenco rooms. Unfortunately, there are no great photos as dancers do, in fact, tend to be in motion when they perform. 

(While staying in Sevilla, we also took day trips to Granada, to see the Alhambra, and Córdoba, to see the Mezquita and the Sinagoga. Both cities and all three sites were beautiful, and I already have too many photos in this post so I will stick with my original plan to make Córdoba and Granada a separate post.)

On our last day in Sevilla, we finally went to the cathedral. My whole family at this point was bit sick of all the cathedrals we'd seen, so we weren't exactly excited to go, but we knew we probably should. Ultimately, we were very, very glad we did, as it ended up being the most beautiful of all the cathedrals we saw. I'm not one to typically feel the holiness of those sites (though I can appreciate the beauty), but in this one, I felt it. Deeply.
















The elephant in the room is obviously that this post is nearly two years overdue, and I started the draft for it over a year ago, but I'm back now and committing for real. I'm making a pact with myself to write a post every morning when I get up, even if it's about something silly, like a dream I had. I feel like my life is finally coming together and going the way I want it to, and I really do think the blogging will stick this time because of it.

Much love (and happy St. Patrick's Day),
Rachel Shoshanna






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For me, Madrid could be summed up in about three words - museums, food, and fútbol.



Yes, I went to a Real Madrid game, and yes, it was amazing. And yes, Christiano Ronaldo scored a hat trick while we were watching. (!!!!!!!!!!!)

I'll be honest, Madrid felt a little too much like New York City for me to want to actively explore, which was disappointing. But I still enjoyed myself quite a bit because like I said, the food and the museums were incredible.

Restaurants

We got to Madrid around 7 pm, and went to our hotel to freshen up before heading out for dinner. The receptionist at our hotel - the very cool and funky Petit Palace Lealtad Plaza - recommended that we walk basically around the corner and into the literary quarter, or the Barrio de Las Letras, for dinner. It's a fairly sizeable neighborhood; there are a few lovely plazas to stop and have some drinks and tapas in, and all three major museums in the city are within close walking distance. It was home to many of the Spanish Golden Age writers and playwrights, such Lope de Vega and Miguel de Cervantes himself. 

We ate in this neighborhood every night we were there, we loved it so much. The first night, we decided to forego tapas for the first time and had a really nice, delicious full sit down dinner - unfortunately, I cannot remember the name of the restaurant and for the life of me cannot find it online. But god did I have some delicious lamb chops that night. Ah, the memories. Edit: The name of the restaurant is El Barril de Las Letras. Of course. How embarrassing.

The second night, we ate at a traditional tapas restaurant very popular with the locals called Taberna de la Daniela. It was a mouthwatering meal, and it was also where I had my first piece of Spanish meat - a few perfect little chorizos. Like I mentioned in my Barcelona post, my family is Jewish and the Spanish love their ham. It proved a little difficult to find meat on a tapas menu we could eat, but I decided to screw it and just try something not too similar to sliced ham (I had a bad experience in elementary school. It's scarred me to this day). It turned out to be a great decision, and definitely made the whole tapas experience easier afterwards. 

Our other two nights in Madrid, we ate in the Plaza de Santa Ana, which is bordered by the ME Madrid Reina Victoria Hotel (located in a beautiful 19th century building) and the Teatro Español. It's also surrounded by a bevy of tapas bars with promising menus. There was a restaurant called O Cacho de San Jose that had an Italian side and a tapas side - the first night (the night before we left for Sevilla), we did Italian, and the second night (our last night in Spain) we went back to good, old, classic tapas. It was a delicious pair of places to cap off different parts of our trip.


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