This day was a bittersweet one, I woke up trying to tell myself again and again, “it’s going to be wonderful”, “be positive” I repeated it to myself in my sleep as well! You see today was the day we were leaving Madrid…., NO! wait not leaving Spain, just the city and exploring further to Seville. Now, I’m a person who’s hands down totally for change, I’m change for this world myself, but just in 3 days I had grown to treat this city like my own cozy cove and everyone groans when they’re sleeping warmly in their fuzzy blankets and someone just drags it off you, and all you’re left with is that shivering cold wind . Still, with a dramatic goodbye I unlike anyone else who greets the city i surprised it by yelling ,“get ready to love me SEVILLE!”. Anyway back to the order of events, while waiting for our car to arrive we hung around and enjoyed the pleasure of viewing, perhaps the most beautiful railway station on the planet. It looked like a Hogwarts train station or something right out of an old elegant story.Later, we caught our ride with a wonderful man who was going to the city to visit his family. We drove for about 5 hours, stopping to catch a breath or just adore the views. I basically ate cookies , looked outside and slept.The moment (and this may sound something right out of a movie) I stepped in Seville I knew it was made for me! We stationed ourselves in ‘hotel cervante’ named after the famous guy “Miguel de Cervantes” who wrote THE first book after being released from jail after three years for being accused of taking extra money as a tax retailer, turning out to be his only job option due to his left arm being unusable.He does look funny though! After breathing the same air as everyone due to our tiring trip we took a tour of this enchanting city famous for its traditional flamenco. We saw old council buildings, the places where flamenco evolutionalized and even a church that was rebuilt 3 times by three different religious kings! Its the third largest church in the world and rather magical, if I must. At the end of the tour, we saw the best flamenco performance in town which was heart-throbbingly stunning. I literally blinked at least a hundred times (which is saying a lot) as the dancer stomped on the floor so hard.The guitar was melodically beated , one that made you pick up shakers and dance along. The singer was one who knew how to deliver, he was someone that could wake you up from the deepest of your sleeps and made you listen!! The dancer herself was a fierce one, her expression and devotion to the art shined on her face clearly. It’s a fact you know that on flamenco show is never as same as the other, it always changes ,ALWAYS, depending on the artist’s moods. I don’t know how were their moods that day but by the looks of it, they seemed more joyful than the audience itself! After the whole day we roamed around and saw Rapunzel 2 in Spanish, (you can understand a lot you know) and after rounds and rounds of coffee finally dozed off. Sure, this place wasn’t as fancy as Madrid but, then again: “The ones who look for complex will never be able to find the simple “. Some rare wise words from me!