After our adventures in Morocco, we made our way to the city of Sevilla. After a two hour drive, the bus dropped us off a little ways from the city center. Sevilla reminded me of a more European Valencia (if that makes sense), and I fell in love with it instantly. After a short walk, we reached the Catedral de Sevilla. From afar, you could see it in all it’s gothic glory. Pictures don’t do it justice. Ana explained that while inside, we would not go around together, but we should still try to spend at least an hour inside as well as to climb the adjacent bell tower. 
Catedral de Sevilla
The Sevilla Cathedral is the 3rd largest church in the world, the first being St. Peter’s Basilica in Vatican City, and the second being the basilica located in Aparecida, Brazil. This cathedral is famous for it’s gothic architecture, as well as supposedly holding the body of Christopher Columbus (We can’t be sure on this because different places such as Cuba claim that they also have his body). Another thing to note inside the cathedral was the massive gold altarpiece created by Pierre Dancart, which is considered one of the finest altarpieces in the world.
Altarpiece inside the cathedral.
Tomb of Christopher Columbus.
I also climbed the bell tower, but the view at the top wasn’t as impressive as the one in Valencia. The only thing special at the top was the tower had large bells and the way up was significantly easier because it was a series of ramps rather than stairs.
After exploring the cathedral, my friend and I grabbed lunch at an adorable restaurant just outside the cathedral and had gelato.
After our free time, our teachers surprised us by renting out 15 horse-drawn carriages which then proceeded to take us around the city of Sevilla and through the Parque de Maria Luisa. I got to ride on the top of the carriage with the driver, and that made it extra special and a bit more fun, in my opinion. One thing that was a bit scary was the fact that we shared the road with all the other cars and buses, but the horses and other modes of transportation didn’t seem to mind.
All for us.
Afterwards we were given some more free time, and I indulged in a Starbucks (they actually spelled my name right, which never happens in America) and people watching until it was time for us to leave to our hotel.
Lindsay. Not Linzy, Linsey, or Lindsey.
Lindsay In Wanderland 
