First Impressions of Seville

Last semester, when I told people that I would be spending the spring in Sevilla, everyone, from make-up artists at Sephora to old family friends, responded exclusively in superlatives. Before I set foot in Spain, I was prepared to find myself in a city with the best festivals, flamenco, architecture, and Spanish tortilla. A city full of uniquely open and expressive people possessing a singular desire to spend time in one another’s company. After five semesters of half-heartedly attending Jenkins …