The Golden Hour

I once made a promise to myself to run along the paths that stretch out along the Big River, past the graffiti and skate park. I did it for a while, telling myself that I wasn’t just doing it for the endorphin release or to counteract the fried food my fellow sevillanos love so much. I did it because when it cooled off at 9pm, the sun was setting over the Aljarafe and it turned everything golden. The river sparkles, the buildings become gilded.

It’s my favorite time of day. Nine o’clock is the golden hour: the urge to drink a beer creeps in and walking to my destination means my eyes are entertained.

I still hold that Seville is among the most breathtaking cities in Spain for its ceramics, the romantic horse carriages and streets that stretch only a wingspan. I gots proof, too.

Final light over Puente de El Cachorro
de Remo on the Guadalquivir
Vistas de Triana are my favortite
Ok, Ok, this is Aracena, but I love this shot

So, do ya get it now?

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About Cat Gaa

As a beef-loving Chicago girl living among pigs, bullfighters, and a whole lotta canis, Cat Gaa writes about expat life in Seville, Spain. When not cavorting with adorable Spanish grandpas or struggling with Spanish prepositions, she wrangles babies at an English Language Academy and freelances with other publications, like Rough Guides and The Spain Scoop.

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