16–18 September 2019 – Seville: Trains, Trotters and Twirls

We arrived in Seville by train from Granada, and let’s just say—it was a long one. The kind of day that makes you question how many snacks is too many snacks. But we rolled into town just in time for a beautiful dinner and a much-needed wind-down. Tapas, wine, and a nightcap stroll through orange-scented streets—classic Seville welcome.

The next day brought something a little different: a visit to the Real Escuela Andaluza del Arte Ecuestre—or for those of us who didn’t pass Year 9 Spanish, the Royal Andalusian School of Equestrian Art. The show? Dancing horses. Yes, actual choreographed dressage routines performed by stallions that would give Strictly Ballroom a run for its money. It was mesmerising—grace, power, and precision all wrapped in one very regal performance.

Of course, no trip to Seville is complete without embracing the local flair—so we did what any self-respecting tourists would do: posed as flamenco dancers. The photo speaks for itself. Carol, Ros and Mick Mick brought their best poses; I did my best to pretend I hadn’t lost a bet. It was over-the-top, ridiculous, and brilliant.

And because I can’t help myself, I put the drone up again—this time over Seville. The views of the city were stunning: the snaking river, sprawling rooftops, and the golden light catching the cathedral towers. It’s a city that’s just as beautiful from the sky as it is at street level.

Between trains, horses, costumes and aerial views, Seville gave us plenty of memories—some majestic, some silly, and all unforgettable.