Here we are!
Though we felt so good in the breeze of the Ocean, and Portugal was so welcoming, we had to fulfil our fate (or fado), and continue our trip towards the next, last step: Seville.
We traveled all day long, changing three buses (almost losing one in Aljezur just because we didn't pay attention), and we arrived in Seville in the evening.
The trip was comfortable, but sadness (let's say saudade) filled our hearts, along with the awareness that we would come back to Portugal soon. Sadness is always a good source of inspiration, and Ilaria conveyed it into this sketch:
It was so strange to pass the border: a new language, a new landscape, and a new atmosphere suddenly broke out. Probably we were not prepared to this, and we felt a bit disoriented - we couldn't feel the right connection with the city.
But flamenco was in the air, anticipating future discoveries.
Between a tapa and a cerveza, we visited the city and its countless wonders, and our sadness found (perhaps a parody of) a correspondence in the many crying Mary's we found on walls, posters, postcards all around the city.
Needless to say, we were amazed by the mixed moresque-european interiors of the Real Alcazar and by its huge garden, where we wasted some time trying to make a peacock show us its tail, in the name of Shiva (peacocks are sacred in India), and losing ourselves in the labyrinth.
...where a shudder shook our bodies while we watched a flamenco show, drinking a glass of sangria, as real hedonists. The place was very inspiring, and Ilaria decided to sketch on the paper the lines of one of the paintings that colored that place's walls.
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