On my last day in Seville, I decided to pamper myself. It is my own personal honeymoon after all and I don’t want to neglect time for rest and relaxation. I booked a massage and time in the baths at Aire de Seville, which in fact should just be called Heaven on Earth.
I booked the first morning appointment and I was so glad I did, for I had the baths completely to myself. Walking down the stairs to the underground dungeon, I found myself in the most beautiful Moroccan temple of baths. There were two glorious rooms that had crystal clear aqua bath water, hanging Arabian lanterns, and candles cascading over the walls. Haunting whimsical chants and music played in the background as I dipped from hot to cold tubs…energizing my body and feeling ever so at peace. I literally felt like royalty or the last person left on Earth to bask in this beautiful solitude.
What I loved most about this experience was my connection to my body. This whole trip has been a buffet of sensory overload, but I have not gotten in touch with my physical sense. Everything has been external and mental. My sister always says that you need to mind all your fields which are energy, spiritual, mental, physical, and emotional. I could not agree more. I really concentrated on how the water felt against my skin and how the different temperatures made me feel alert or sleepy. I’m trying to pay more attention to my body’s wants and desires. What makes it happy? What makes it relaxed?
It was time for my massage and of course the most beautiful man in all of Spain was my masseuse! Immediately I became intimidated and wished that I had specified for a female. I did not want this God of a man exploring every nook and cranny of my body! He began rubbing my feet and all I could think of was how I had not gotten a pedicure and how self conscious I am of my big feet. He worked his way up towards my calf and I thanked God I had shaved that morning! Finally I told myself to breath and to just enjoy this relaxing experience. By the time he was up to my back, I was calm and really enjoying it. I let go of my insecurities and actually thought to myself that I deserve to have a beautiful man like this treat me like a queen. I smiled when it was over, for the universe gave me the exact experience that I needed and the masseuse had no clue what he had given me…a very happy ending 😉
What else goes better with pampering than eating?! I went on a tapas and wine tour with this great local guy named Pablo. He brought me to a plethora of tapas bars where I was able to feast on the specialties of Seville . One of my absolute favorites was a creme tomato soup that they serve with jambon in almost every single restaurant called Salmorego. I also could not help but to fall in love with their toasted goat cheese drizzled with honey served with warm baguettes…to die for. With every tapas restaurant that we went to I was also able to sample some of their favorite wines such as Rioja and Tempernillo. So delicious!
When I first met Pablo he asked me where I was from and when I said San Francisco he seemed surprised and excited. So many people here have reacted in that exact manner…even Americans that I meet along the way. I finally asked Pablo why people react like that when I tell them where I live. He explained that San Francisco is seen as a magical place and although he has never traveled there, he believes in its beauty and magic. This warmed my heart for I also had the same fascination with San Francisco ever since I was a young girl and my dad would sing the song “I Left My Heart in San Francisco.” What a cool experience to be from a place people from all over the world see as magical…especially when you look around and realize the beauty of Seville.
On my way home from the delicious tastings…completely full and a little tipsy from all of the wine, I decided to walk across the Triana Bridge. It was just about time for the sun to go down and the colors from the buildings reflecting onto the water were breathtaking. I stopped to take a picture and noticed that the bridge had locks tied to the metal. These love locks are a custom by which padlocks are fixed to a gate, fence or bridge by sweethearts as a symbol of their eternal love. I so wished that I had a padlock on me at that moment to tie to the gate to symbolize this amazing honeymoon I have taken myself on. However, I did not have one and at that moment and another glass of vino was in order. I guess I will just have to come back and bring one next time 🙂