February 5, 2013 by ebostick1212
I take my time with things. Seriously. I love living in another country, people watching, tasting new foods, enjoying conversations over glasses of wine…but I am not especially good at doing the tourist thing. At the beginning of the year, I had the opportunity to see some of the beautiful sites around Sevilla, the cathedral, and Las Setas, but for some reason, I never made it around to the pièce de résistance…The Alcázar. Finally, after six months of living here, I had a day off and seized the chance to do a little bit of late sight seeing.
This is what I had been missing:
I took my time, in the early morning, walking around on my own, enjoying the sunlight, the intricate architecture, and the silence. It was my idea of perfect tourism. No squeezing myself into tight spaces with 1,000 other people and their respective flashbulbs. No waiting in lines kilometers long. No overhearing strange teenagers complain about how all this ‘old shit sucks’. In short, it was perfect.
Sometimes slow travel (admittedly in my case, really, really slow travel) is the best way to go. It doesn’t have to be a five day race to see everything you possibly can. It is a great way to notice the things around you, rather than just seeing monuments through your iPhone.