Dear Solo SHE,

Have you ever gone somewhere entirely on a whim and ended up staying longer than planned? That was Seville for me. I originally booked it as a quick stopover but somehow — flamenco rhythms, orange blossoms in the air, and late-night tapas conversations — kept me there for three extra nights.

My first meal was at this tiny plaza cafe where the waiter didn’t speak much English (and I definitely didn’t speak much Spanish)… but somehow we ended up laughing like old friends. The sangria was stronger than expected and sweeter than I thought possible — but that’s probably what made those first moments in Seville feel like a warm welcome from the universe.

That night turned into late dancing at a small courtyard bar with fellow travelers from all over the world — a collage of accents under string lights that felt almost magical. We traded stories between sips and shared food we couldn’t pronounce; all of it somehow made perfect sense.

Seville taught me something simple: plans are good, but magic happens in the unscripted moments. If a city wraps you up and refuses to let go — don’t rush out the door. Stay another day. See where else life wants to take you.

Until the next detour