So here´s my story as briefly as I can manage it.
In my early 20´s my love of Spain began in a haphazard and random fashion. After finishing my TEFL teaching qualification, Madrid was presented as possibility of a place to live, and without knowing anything about Spain, I mean literally nothing at all (I was brought up on a farm on the Isle of Wight after all), or speaking a word of Spanish, off I scuttled to two years of intense immersion in Spanish culture albeit mostly of a nocturnal nature. I only just about managed to escape unscathed after too many nights spent on hot sweaty dance floors, but the seed was sown, and from that time, every opportunity I had to speak in Spanish would fill me with a joy and expressiveness that somehow eluded me in my own native land and language.
So that´s where Seville comes in. Based on a couple of days spent in the city, which seemed nice enough, and a couple of contacts made, I packed up my life, rented out my flat, resurrected my teaching qualification and booked my flight to the Andalucian capital.
And I suppose that´s kind of how the blog started. I wanted to give back, inspire and cut out the crap for all those other intrepid adventurers who´ve come to this city. I don´t write negative reviews. If you see something in my blog, you can trust that I have experienced it first hand and have come away with a glowing feeling in my heart, thus feeling inspired to put finger to keyboard.
So, I hope in some small way my meanderings enrich your experience in this beautiful, extraordinary and yet sometimes frustrating city.