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Cubicle Dreamin': Trading Wind for Wine

Where: Corral del Rey 12, Seville, Spain, 41004

Cubicle Dreamin' is a feature in which we ask the hotel mavens to take some time out of their busy work day, surf the Internet, and tell us what hotel they wish they could beam themselves to right that very second--all on the slave driving companies dime, of course. Oh, like these people aren't surfing aimlessly anyway--at least now their purposeless clicking will be cobbled together into useful hotel stories--we hope. Have a destination hotel you are just dying to leave your cube for? Send the story our way.

In this episode, soon-to-be-expat JennM plans a getaway to Seville. Enjoy.

In three weeks, I uproot everything I know and move to Seville, Spain for three months. I purposefully choose to go this time of year so that I could escape New York's brutally frigid weather for more mild temperatures--and judging from the blustery winds and bitter cold New York's been doling out lately, it seems as thought the city is telling me to get the bleep out, already.

Which brings me to this edition of Cubicle Dreamin'. I simply can't wait to wake up from my afternoon siesta, don short sleeves and flip-flops and head out for an evening of tapas and Spanish wine. And I'm going to do it all at Corral del Rey.

Here I can imbibe at the boutique hotel's vaulted cellars, cool off in the plunge pool, and arrange for a private dinner with my amor bajo las estrellas (under the stars) at the hotel's rooftop garden. What's more, the hotel also meets my authenticity requirement, despite its "boutique" label, as Corral del Rey is a former private palacio from the 17th century, replete with a Moorish-style courtyard.

I think it will be a particularly perfect spot for when I'm feeling a little homesick. I can come to Corral del Rey; book a boozy meal on the rooftop overlooking the Barrio Alfalfa quarter; remind myself how lovely it is to be in sunny 70-degree weather in March; and proceed to take pity on all those poor suckers back home.