La Feria de Abril

Ommgggg. If you follow me on Snapchat, Insta, or Facebook, you have probably already seen my obsession and infatuation with La Feria de Abril. I couldn't get enough of it! A lot of people have been asking me where and why I was wearing such an extravagant, voluminous dress. Let me explain...

The Feria is a week long celebration that takes place every year, two weeks after Semana Santa. It's located a little outside of the city's center on a huge 24-block lot called the Real de la Feria, which is reserved solely for this week's events. Within the grounds there are streets lined with casetas, horse-drawn carriages, lots of dancing, live music, and a huge area with fair rides and attractions. The casetas are little buildings that are owned by families, groups of friends, or social clubs. Each of them has a bar where you can order food and drinks, a sitting area that turns into a dance floor, a working bathroom (remember this is only used for 7 days out of the year!) and usually a bouncer. The casetas are mostly private, so an invitation is necessary. The main entrance of the Feria, or la portada, is designed and constructed differently each year, and is a popular meeting point for friends and family. 

The first Monday is called el pescaito because friends and family get together for a dinner which consists mostly of fried fish and tapas. And at midnight on this same night, the whole portada lights up, the crowd cheers, and the party starts. This event is called el alumbrao (in Andalusian Spanish) which means the lighting. This night is the most casual, as people don't start wearing their Flamenco attire until Tuesday. 

The next day the real fun begins! Everyone arrives to the Feria dressed to the nines. Ladies in traditional trajes de flamenca and gentleman in suits and ties. The dresses are absolutely stunning and come in all different colors, patterns and styles. They are also so unbelievably tight that sitting down, breathing, and eating are all daunting tasks. The first night I made the terrible mistake of putting on my dress before putting on my shoes. I was all zipped up, feeling accomplished and when I went down to put on my wedges, my dress tightened in all the wrong places and I thought I was going to rip it up the seam. I physically couldn't reach my feet. I fell onto my bed in defeat, dying laughing by myself at how ridiculous I must have looked. The dress works kind of like one of those Chinese finger traps- the more you fight it, the tighter it gets. Anyways, I ended up taking the whole thing off, putting on my shoes, and starting over again. Fun fact: They actually have a seamstress at the Feria in case you forget how daintily you need to move around and have a little accident.

The shawl I wore is called a mantonsillo and some of them were sooo gorgeous- made of silk, velvet, and intricately embroidered. Huge hoop earrings are all the rage, as well as a big fake flower plopped right on top of your head. I did the flower on top one night, but the rest of the days it was off to the side or mixed with other flowers a lá Lana del Rey. I had too. A huge faux pas is to wear your hair down. If you want to be a true flamenca, your hair is up off your shoulders and usually pulled into a pretty up-do. Also, no one brings a purse. Underneath all the fluffy ruffles of your dress is a little pocket to store your essentials- cash, keys, lipstick.

The streets within in the grounds are all named after famous Spanish bullfighters (Juan Belmonte, Bombita, etc) and there are bullfights in the Plaza de Toros back in the city center every day of the Feria. It's common for the Spanish elite to go watch a bullfight, then hop in a super elegant coche de caballo (horse drawn carriage) and take it to the portada. During the day the streets are filled with people riding horses, whether they are pulling a carriage, or riding solo. Some of the ladies will even ride sidesaddle. The main drink of choice is called a rebujito, which is a mixture of manzanilla (a variety of sherry) and Sprite. It's dangerously refreshing. People eat tapas for lunch and dinner (obviously) and usually end the night with churros con chocolate (because every good night ends that way). Dancing is also a huge component of the Feria. Everyone is dancing sevillanas, which was influenced by Flamenco, but is unique to Sevilla. It is a four part dance with fancy hand movements and lots of twirls and turns. It's beautiful to watch, especially in the trajes de flamenca

Feria was one of the most incredible cultural experiences I have gotten to enjoy here in Sevilla. I was lucky enough to wear two traditional dresses, be invited to numerous casetas with close friends, see the events during both the daytime and at nighttime, and dance sevillanas (terribly). ¡Qué experiencia tan asombrosa! Until next time... 

Xx Un besito

Quick Recap: 7 weeks in Spain

Hola y bienvenidos a mi blog! 

Ahhhhh, I have been in Spain for seven weeks now and I have to say… It feels more like seven months. In these last months I have eaten more tapas than I ever thought possible, passed (with flying colors) the most rigorous course of my life, lived in six (going on seven) different rooms, found employment (without a Visa, mind you), made friends from all over the world (think Holland, UK, Spain, Denmark, Italy...) and fallen madly in love with Seville. It has been a whirlwind to say the least.  But I have enjoyed every minute of it.

▼▼ This was my fave residence so far. The tiling/location/roof top terrace... Super sevillano. ▼▼

After a hectic three weeks of non-stop apartment hunting, I finally secured my flat for the next year. It was well worth the wait: located in a central part of the city, my room has a super gorge view of the patio, it’s gated (don’t worry Momma, I’m safe!) and I am going to be living with a Spanish girl named Marta who is studying art at the university around the corner. Counting down the days until I can move in and Pinterest the sh*t out of my glowing white walls. 

▼▼ From L-R: My adorable entryway (I'm #10!), the super glam patio in the middle of our complex, the view whilst leaving my humble abode, and the teensy, tiny, and impossibly charming cobblestone street where I now reside! ▼▼

In other news... Last week I went to a bullfight (los toros) with my friend Laura and she is the epitome of a chica española—writing another post about this! But in true Sevilliano nature she LOVES love loves los toros and as a journalist, she writes reports on the fights. It was nice to have some insight on all the different stages of the event while it was happening. She made sure to tell me "Caylee, ahora lo mata" AKA prepare yourself, the bull is about to die. I have mixed feelings about the bullfight… It was less gruesome than I had originally thought it would be (not a lot of blood/ the bull never shrieked in pain) but it was definitely not an even match; the bull didn’t stand a chance. It is not just a 1:1 battle... There are a lot of other bullfighters helping the main torero throughout the event. My friend Shaku said it reminded her of grade school bullies picking on the weakling during recess, which was a great analogy of the situation. Still, I am glad I went and saw infamous toros for myself.

Anyways, I am so excited to share my adventures with you… I read a quote the other day (posted on my insta) that stuck with me because captures the essence of my feelings right now:

Your life unfolds in proportion to your courage
— Danielle Laporte

I hope my posts inspire you to take risks, to travel to foreign places, learn a new language, invest in other cultures, and be unafraid to live the life you imagined. The more courage you have to pursue your dreams, the more likely you are to achieve them!

Un besito X