After extensive research, we’ve now determined that the WildBerry tribe prefers to inhabit urban spaces and to be near vast quantities of good coffee, big department stores (El Corte Inglés, we love you) and playgrounds. The WildBerry family tends to thrive on days out to museums, cafes, libraries and various cultural institutions and does not tend to thrive as well in rural environments. 

While the WB species sometimes like to spend time in the countryside near mountains, beaches, rivers etc, WildBerries, both old and young, tend to scream out for an ‘urban experience’ after approximately three days in the wilderness. 

We have very recently discovered that one of the most perfect environments for the WBs to thrive and grow is the warm, yet chilled, city of Seville, Spain.

WBs love it here!

From good coffee to great music, fabulous flamenco, gorgeous 30 degree weather, beautiful architecture, parks, playgrounds. Buskers everywhere playing flamenco on rusted stringed guitars and dancing on pieces of wood.  Most importantly – Seville presents amazing tapas and wine….. and children everywhere!  We stumbled across a wedding reception accidentally (as you do in Seville in September as it’s wedding season) and out of 200 places set to eat, at least 40 of them were for children. 

The little WBs got very excited to see oranges growing everywhere on trees throughout the city. Though apparently They Are Not The Only Fruit. 

Down the road from our apartment we found a friendly cafe called ‘La Plazoleta’ next to a playground and the little WBs kept asking over and over to go back there.

So in between sightseeing in Seville, the WB Mamas dragged themselves to La Plazoleta on a regular basis and sat drinking Cortados, progressing to Cervecitas at lunch time, Martinis in the early evening and vino blanco or tinto, with our tapas, depending on our mood. We all adjusted to Spanish time – our little bar didn’t open its kitchen until 9pm and the playground would be packed with small children until 11pm.

Seville is so child friendly that if we had tried to take them into a nightclub with us, we would probably have been allowed. Frankly, we were too knackered from our sightseeing, coffee-drinking, tapas and vino efforts to even consider it. Oh and all the exhausting playground supervision!