I've traveled the world over and have stayed in many magical places: a former 14th-century tavern in Bologna, teahouses high in the Himalayas, Swiss Family Robinson-like stilted tambos deep in the Amazon jungle, but this place? This places reigns over all. The natural patina exposed by an evident, ongoing, romantic labor of love paired with the palpable energy of both the space and Juan Carlos create an atmosphere that is magic. Every detail is intentional: the exposed stone, the tiles, the woven pillows, and the street lamps in the kitchen. There's nothing quite like the open-air core of the house, brought to life by the wind, the rain, and the vines that climb all three stories. Even when it's crisp, it's cozy. And if it rains, consider yourself lucky. The nooks and crannies offer endless places to cozy up, be it with a book or with your mind. Tucked away in an elbow of Seville's oldest streets, staying here is like staying in a moment lost in time, well-preserved at the hands of both craftsmanship and dreams. With the city's most esteemed landmarks just a few hundred feet away, gardens overgrown with orange trees and jasmine, and tapas restaurants lining corridors too narrow for traffic, take the time to get lost in old Seville. Who knows, you may just find yourself.