Ronda

 

1-2-3. Great company, sun, tapas, wine, sweets, amazing views, and the CLK230 drive (instead of a helicopter ride)!

Sanlúcar de Barrameda

Playa, seafood, barrels, bodegas, manzanilla... or so they say.

Granada

when reality mismatches expectations, when siesta time kicks...

I like how they put roof on streets in Spain out of need.

Alhambra was just a bit rushed, a bit packed, just not the type of architecture my mother fancies, and one of those many moments when I realised how much I value liberdad.

Sevilla

Seville has one of my favourite cathedrals to date, adorable squares, corners of Spain, endless stream of delicious food (tapas, paellas, churros, jamón, and all kind of fish), gorgeous looking people, beautiful shoes and gowns, architecture with the Southern flare, flamenco with splashing sweat, small surprises on every other corner, and family.

Madrid

...where the sun shines till it burnt, where life memories overlapped, and where it felt inexplicably safe. Perhaps it was the siestas, the tabernas, the castellano or the botellón. Perhaps it was the parks, the plazas round the corner, the metro system, or the beautiful people. Perhaps it was how they put turtles in the Atocha train station, how the old ladies walked around with their shopping trolleys and their hand fans, or how everyone complained about how hot it is without really being troubled by it. There were plenty to see but none stunned me and left me wordless, not even Plaza Mayor; but the city's charm was just in the air, and the atmopshere of a city is often what stays. Madrid might just have reshuffled my top 5.