This year, due to a stroke of luck, I had the pleasure of experiencing one of the most notable fairs in the Andalusian region. After attending “La Feria de los Pueblos” in Fuengirola, I made a direct journey from Málaga to Seville. Taking the train from María Zambrano straight to Santa Justa, where my dear friend Josito eagerly awaited my arrival.

And so, I find myself going from one fair to another, well at least for now, all thanks to the universe wanting me to have some fun, it seems! I was thrilled to discover that during that particular week, a delightful event awaited me: La Feria de Abril.

The April Fair is celebrated in the Andalusian capital of Seville, Spain. Its origins trace back to the 19th century (1846) when it started as a cattle fair known as Feria del Ganado. However, over the years, the fair has evolved into an exuberant celebration of colours and camaraderie.

Typically commencing two weeks after Easter, it earned the name “La Feria de Abril,” although this year was actually held in May. A full seven days of vibrant energy and the charming spirit of the Andalusian people. The festivities ran from Saturday to Saturday.

Without delay, I arrived at my friend’s house, changed quickly, and headed straight to the fair!

I realised the significance of the fair to the people of Seville when I began to witness hundreds of individuals strolling proudly in their captivating flamenco dresses, known as beautiful “trajes de gitana” or faralaes, all adorned with radiant smiles. They were all heading towards the central gathering place: an expansive urban fairground spanning over 1,000 square meters, located near Los Remedios and the Guadalquivir River.

They say energy is highly contagious, and indeed, I was revelling in the vibrant atmosphere. I couldn’t help but playfully scold Josesito for not having a flamenco dress ready for me! (though he did manage to get one for me later).

As we strolled, we marvelled at the proud horse riders making their way through the streets towards the fair. Women proudly showcased their finest fashion dresses, some of which appeared quite tight, perhaps sacrificing a bit of breathability for style.

As thousands of people gathered by the entrance door, the façade of the city transformed into a short-term fantasy for an entire week. The cover for this year, Puerta de entrada, was inspired by the V Centenary of the first circumnavigation of the globe and also paid homage to the commemoration of the 175th anniversary of the founding of the Civil Guard. Just after 8 pm, the cover turned into a stunning lighting display, inspiring party-goers to revel on until the early hours of the morning.

Throughout the entire duration of the fair, an expansive area on the far bank of the Guadalquivir River is entirely adorned with a row of uniquely designed booths known as casetas. Approximately 95% of these casetas are owned by distinguished Seville families, groups of friends, private clubs, various trade associations, and political parties.

The remaining booths are open to the public, allowing anyone to access and enjoy the festivities.

From midday until 6 am the following day, the fair unfolded as a vibrant expression of Sevillano culture. Initially, the festivities spilled into the streets and later found their way into each colourful booth. Within these lively spaces, crowds joyfully continued the celebration, singing “sevillanas,” indulging in traditional food, sipping the renowned rebujitos or manzanillas, and, of course, dancing the Sevillanas.

I extend my sincere thanks to my friend Jose, his family, and friends who warmly welcomed me to this extraordinary event, truly emblematic of their culture. Thank you for allowing me to witness your splendid dances, indulge in your cuisine (yes, I did discover some vegan tapas), and join in the celebrations.

I left this city with beautiful memories and vivid displays in my mind. The late-night strolls from booth to booth, meandering around the fairground, observing the horse riders, immersing myself in the rhythms of Sevillanas and flamenco, partaking in the dances, sharing laughter while attempting to reach the inaccessible booths, and, of course, the company of these wonderful Andalusians, all of these moments have nestled close to my heart over the years.

Love from Jenny

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