A Journey Through Southern Spain: Seville, Córdoba & the Magic of Connection
Updated in March 2025
Each country, each city, and even each neighborhood has a life of its own. Some travelers are drawn to the fast-paced energy of New York, while others prefer the laid-back charm of Los Angeles. The same is true across the world. During a recent journey through Spain, I explored Seville, Córdoba, Madrid, and Barcelona. While Madrid and Barcelona offered world-class museums, architecture, and culture, it was southern Spain that truly captured my heart.
First Impressions of Seville
Stepping off the plane in Seville, my excitement was palpable. This was my first trip to Spain, and I was eager to experience its warmth, culture, and history. After a seamless transfer to the Alfonso XIII Hotel, I dropped my bags, laced up my walking shoes, and set out to explore—no itinerary, just pure curiosity.
Seville’s pedestrian-friendly streets immediately felt welcoming. Orange trees lined the avenues, their fragrance filling the air, even in November. I found a cozy tapas spot, ordered a small cheese plate and a drink, and instinctively made my way to the river.
Standing on an ancient stone bridge, I realized this was the same river from which Christopher Columbus had set sail on his journey to the New World. The weight of history was tangible. As dusk fell, I returned to the courtyard at Alfonso XIII, cocktail in hand, reflecting on my first impressions of this captivating city.
The Alcázar and the Cathedral of Seville
The next morning, a private tour of the Alcázar of Seville deepened my appreciation for the city’s layered history. My guide described how, at one time, Christian rulers, Muslims, and Jews coexisted, creating a unique fusion of art and culture. The palace itself reflected this legacy, blending intricate Islamic architecture with Christian embellishments.
Next, we visited the Cathedral of Seville, home to over 30 chapels and the tomb of Christopher Columbus. Climbing the Giralda bell tower, originally constructed in 1184, rewarded me with panoramic views of the city—a breathtaking sight that lingered in my memory as I boarded my train to Córdoba.
Córdoba’s Timeless Charm
Arriving in Córdoba in the late afternoon, I knew daylight was slipping away. My accommodation, Hospes Palacio del Bailío, revealed an unexpected surprise—ancient Roman ruins beneath its glass-floored dining room.
Córdoba’s beauty is difficult to describe. Its winding brick streets, sun-drenched buildings, and deep sense of history created an atmosphere unlike any other. As I wandered through the city, I observed children walking home from school, palm trees swaying above orange-laden branches, and an elderly man playing cards in his doorway.
Then, as if scripted, a familiar melody filled the air. Following the sound, I discovered a woman playing the cello beneath an arched bridge, the hauntingly beautiful notes of Hallelujah echoing through the passageway. At that moment, I felt completely present—exactly where I was meant to be.
A Chance Encounter & a Lesson in Connection
As night fell, I attempted to navigate my way back to the hotel. My phone battery had other plans, forcing me to rely on an old-fashioned paper map. In my search for dinner, I stumbled upon a tiny restaurant with just four counter seats. The elderly gentleman behind the counter greeted me warmly, though neither of us spoke the other’s language.
With the extent of my Spanish, I asked, “Cerveza, por favor.” He smiled, handing me a sandwich with a side of potato sticks—the kind my grandfather used to eat from a can.
We communicated through gestures. When he motioned inquisitively about where I was from, I placed my hand on my chest and said, “America.” His eyes lit up, and he mimed gripping motorcycle handlebars before exclaiming, “Route six six!”
“Yes!” I laughed, recognizing our shared reference to Route 66. He grabbed a napkin, sketched a rough outline of the United States, and handed me the pen to mark my home.
Then, music bridged our worlds. He played A Horse with No Name on his phone, following along with the lyrics. As we swayed to the familiar “La la la la la la” chorus, I realized this was what travel is truly about—human connection, shared moments, and the unexpected friendships formed along the way.
A Traveler’s Gratitude
In just two days, I had:
Stood before the tomb of Christopher Columbus
Walked the same paths as Ferdinand and Isabella
Smelled chestnuts roasting in street stalls
Shared music and laughter with a kind stranger
These are the moments that remind us why we travel—not just to see new places, but to feel them, to connect, and to be changed.
As I sat at that small counter, singing along with my newfound friend, I had only one thought: gratitude.
