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Fiesta: A Life in Seville
I lived in Seville for 11 years before leaving for northern Spanish climes. I spent my entire time in the famous popular 'barrio' of Triana, the old gyspy quarter by the river Guadalquivir that possesses arguably the best townscape view in all Spain. From calle Betis you can take in the dainty looking bullring, the timeless Moorish Torre del Oro where the gold and silver from the New World was temporarily stored as well as the majestic Giralda, which is the cathedral's thousand year old belfry and the city's most recognisable icon.
Triana provided ceramics for ancient Rome and is still home to many such producers today. When Laurie Lee came to Seville this was the neighbourhood where he chose to stay and it is well mentioned in his 'As I Walked Out One Midsummer Morning' and is probably the most beautifully written memoir of travel in Spain. The old moorings along the riverside is where Sebastian Elcano weighed anchor, thereby completing the last stage of Magellan's circumnavigation of the globe. But I tell a lie by referring to the water that flows through Seville as a river, it is in reality a canal. The Guadalquivir, meaning 'Big River' in Arabic, flows behind Triana out of touristic sight.
And much of what Sevillla, as the locals call it, possesses is out of reach of the day tripper. A weekend break in Seville will be a rewarding experience but a stay of a year will be a sublime one; an assault on the senses. There is literally too much to take in over a few days. This is principally due to the inexhaustible number of fiestas that Seville celebrates. There are the famous Semana Santa processions and the equally robust 'Feria de abril', which is barely known outside Spanish shores and a fiesta beyond the wildest dreams of any hispanohile. Forget San Fermin, the April Fair is by fair Spain's most alegre and beautiful street party, but you'll need a few sevillanas dance lessons first. That's what I did, at least.
At the Fair you will see the proud horsemen of Andalusia and twirling señoritas in their exuberant flamenco dresses that every woman yearns to parade in no matter where they hail from. The locals and their fortunate guests will kick up their heels non-stop for 4 days all to the back beat of sevillanas, rumba and flamenco. If you miss Seville’s fair just try and catch the next one at Jerez, Cádiz, Córdoba, Málaga or anywhere else in Andalucía for that matter. Guaranteed you’ll never have seen anything like it and never will again thereafter.
Hidden from the typical tourist experience of Andalusia's capital are the 'Cruces de mayo', where, as the name suggests, crosses in May are erected in secluded squares and sangria, sevillanas and flamenco are enjoyed at the weekends. Posters across town announce their arrival and whereabouts.
As summer approaches the pilgrimages to El Rocío begin and uninitiated tourists are rudely awoken by a volley of rockets exploding in the early hours announcing the exit of a train of pilgrims on foot, horseback and in delicately painted ox-pulled wagons. They are heading out of town and down to the picturesque cowboy village of El Rocío, perched on the edge of the Doñana marshland national park. Is the hedonistic gathering religion or pure merry-making? Only the locals can answer that for you.
Don’t forget this was where the cowboy was born, in Andalusia, the only place in Western Europe where livestock have been herded on horseback for centuries. The system was then taken out to the Americas. Cowboy is therefore a translation from the Spanish vaquero and not vice versa. Ask yourself, where exactly are the traditional cowboy stomping grounds of the US and they are all on the border with the Spanish speaking south.
In the intense August heat, Triana holds a modest fiesta along the banks of the 'river' in calle Betis and the young men impress onlookers by trying the grab a prize hanging from a greased pole that is in turn perched on the prow of a moored boat.
I could go on because there are even more festivities to be enjoyed here and this is the essential charm of living in such a city. Your calendar year is full of celebrations to look forward to. Moments of joy and social gathering with food and drink, music and dance. And that is to take nothing away from Christmas here which is also a treat. It is not necessary to run off to Lapland, Father Christmas has much more sherry to enjoy here in the south, a drink far from the reserve of polite church-going grannies.
So, to come to Seville will give up rich rewards but don't forget that despite the jewels you have experienced, you have both sadly and knowingly barely scratched the surface of what this modest sized city has to offer and has been enjoying for hundreds of years. When they talk about another way of life in Spain, they are in fact referring to Seville.
Triana provided ceramics for ancient Rome and is still home to many such producers today. When Laurie Lee came to Seville this was the neighbourhood where he chose to stay and it is well mentioned in his 'As I Walked Out One Midsummer Morning' and is probably the most beautifully written memoir of travel in Spain. The old moorings along the riverside is where Sebastian Elcano weighed anchor, thereby completing the last stage of Magellan's circumnavigation of the globe. But I tell a lie by referring to the water that flows through Seville as a river, it is in reality a canal. The Guadalquivir, meaning 'Big River' in Arabic, flows behind Triana out of touristic sight.
And much of what Sevillla, as the locals call it, possesses is out of reach of the day tripper. A weekend break in Seville will be a rewarding experience but a stay of a year will be a sublime one; an assault on the senses. There is literally too much to take in over a few days. This is principally due to the inexhaustible number of fiestas that Seville celebrates. There are the famous Semana Santa processions and the equally robust 'Feria de abril', which is barely known outside Spanish shores and a fiesta beyond the wildest dreams of any hispanohile. Forget San Fermin, the April Fair is by fair Spain's most alegre and beautiful street party, but you'll need a few sevillanas dance lessons first. That's what I did, at least.
At the Fair you will see the proud horsemen of Andalusia and twirling señoritas in their exuberant flamenco dresses that every woman yearns to parade in no matter where they hail from. The locals and their fortunate guests will kick up their heels non-stop for 4 days all to the back beat of sevillanas, rumba and flamenco. If you miss Seville’s fair just try and catch the next one at Jerez, Cádiz, Córdoba, Málaga or anywhere else in Andalucía for that matter. Guaranteed you’ll never have seen anything like it and never will again thereafter.
Hidden from the typical tourist experience of Andalusia's capital are the 'Cruces de mayo', where, as the name suggests, crosses in May are erected in secluded squares and sangria, sevillanas and flamenco are enjoyed at the weekends. Posters across town announce their arrival and whereabouts.
As summer approaches the pilgrimages to El Rocío begin and uninitiated tourists are rudely awoken by a volley of rockets exploding in the early hours announcing the exit of a train of pilgrims on foot, horseback and in delicately painted ox-pulled wagons. They are heading out of town and down to the picturesque cowboy village of El Rocío, perched on the edge of the Doñana marshland national park. Is the hedonistic gathering religion or pure merry-making? Only the locals can answer that for you.
Don’t forget this was where the cowboy was born, in Andalusia, the only place in Western Europe where livestock have been herded on horseback for centuries. The system was then taken out to the Americas. Cowboy is therefore a translation from the Spanish vaquero and not vice versa. Ask yourself, where exactly are the traditional cowboy stomping grounds of the US and they are all on the border with the Spanish speaking south.
In the intense August heat, Triana holds a modest fiesta along the banks of the 'river' in calle Betis and the young men impress onlookers by trying the grab a prize hanging from a greased pole that is in turn perched on the prow of a moored boat.
I could go on because there are even more festivities to be enjoyed here and this is the essential charm of living in such a city. Your calendar year is full of celebrations to look forward to. Moments of joy and social gathering with food and drink, music and dance. And that is to take nothing away from Christmas here which is also a treat. It is not necessary to run off to Lapland, Father Christmas has much more sherry to enjoy here in the south, a drink far from the reserve of polite church-going grannies.
So, to come to Seville will give up rich rewards but don't forget that despite the jewels you have experienced, you have both sadly and knowingly barely scratched the surface of what this modest sized city has to offer and has been enjoying for hundreds of years. When they talk about another way of life in Spain, they are in fact referring to Seville.
