Imagine strolling along cobblestone streets filled with the scent of fresh flowers, in a city where art is reborn with spring.

Florence , in this season, its facades shine in the golden light of the sun, while every corner tells a story, every shadow evokes centuries of culture.

You discover a small family-run trattoria where time seems to stand still. You try a homemade pasta dish that's been perfected for generations, followed by a fogato espresso that awakens all your senses. You let yourself be carried away by the slow rhythm, the murmur of the locals, the echo of a language that sounds like music.

As dusk falls, you cross the Ponte Santa Trinita. You sit for a moment, just to observe. In the distance, the Ponte Vecchio turns gold as the sun sets, reflecting off the waters of the Arno. Pedestrians pass by, some hurrying, others lingering just like you, as if they understand that here, everything deserves to be seen.

A cultural and emotional escape that's not just enjoyable, but enduring. Perfect for those seeking inspiration, history, and beauty all in one destination.

You find yourself walking along the Douro River, under a sky that's beginning to clear with the light of spring. The tiled facades gleam with new hues, as if the sun knew exactly where to shine. The streets already smell of something freshly opened: bread, wine, the sea. You can hear laughter on the terraces, the clinking of glasses, the murmur of the city calmly waking up.

You arrive at Foz do Douro, where the promenade stretches out like a line inviting you to get lost. You walk leisurely, with the sea on one side and the city on the other. The air changes. There's something in the breeze that ruffles your hair and excites you. You sit down at a café overlooking the Atlantic, one of those that seem to only exist when you remember them. You order something hot and simply stare. In the distance, Praia dos Ingleses, with its golden sand and constant murmur, makes you think you could stay there for a while.

Later, you return to the city center. You lose yourself among bars where vinho verde is served like at home, with that familiarity that only cities that don't make an effort to please possess. And you love everything: the cobblestone streets, the blue that seeps into every corner, the viewpoints that offer a moment of silence between slopes and rooftops.

An escape that isn't planned, it's felt. As if Porto had been waiting for you with its door ajar, knowing that one day—this day—you would return.

You find yourself surrounded by greenery. The green that never tires, the scent of damp earth, the nearby sea, and calm. In Urdaibai , spring unfolds in layers: beaches merge with mountains, hamlets appear between curves in the road, and fishing villages like Mundaka invite you to stop, to look, to taste.

You discover a path that leads you to a viewpoint overlooking the estuary. Below, the tide draws changing shapes and the silence is filled with the sounds of birds and wind. Then, the plan can be as simple as eating well. Very well. Because here, the food isn't just good: it's part of the landscape. A table facing the port, a cold txakoli, grilled fish, and that feeling of being right where you need to be.

And if one day you fancy a city break, San Sebastián is just an hour away by car. Imagine strolling through the Old Town, among pintxos and elegant facades, or with your toes in the sand at La Concha while the sky begins to turn golden. A weekend getaway that combines sea, architecture, and signature cuisine like few others.

And why not extend your trip a little longer? Cross the border and drop into Saint-Jean-de-Luz , with its French and nautical feel, charming streets, and peaceful pace. The perfect finishing touch to a leisurely, unhurried, and quiet tour that blends nature with culture.

It all starts in Lisbon, but this time you're not staying. It's an alternative plan to the city, for those who already know it and want to rediscover it without repeating it.

You have a coffee in the Barrio Alto, one of those that tastes of toast and the murmur of the cobblestone street. You wander aimlessly, letting yourself be carried away by a fado melody drifting from an open window, and then you decide: head for the coast. This spring isn't for sitting still. It's for discovering what lies beyond.

Cascais welcomes you with soft light and the scent of salt. You walk along the sea, the warm wind on your face, the whitewashed houses watching you pass by. There are terraces serving freshly cooked fish, and a calm that embraces you without asking permission.

Then you enter Sintra, where everything changes. The air becomes more humid, denser. The fog envelops the palaces as if hiding them just for you. The greenery becomes greener. The paths narrow between the trees and lead you to viewpoints that seem straight out of a fairy tale.

And a little further on, where the land ends and the sea begins, the Cabo da Roca lighthouse awaits you. Sun, wind, and cliffs. It's a moment suspended over the Atlantic, one you won't forget.

A trip to Sintra in spring is like opening a book and stepping inside.

One of those getaways from Lisbon that transforms into something more. A trip that blends sea, history, fog, music, and the outdoors. As if it were your first time here... even if you've been there before.

Spring arrives differently in the Canary Islands. Brighter. More serene. The sun doesn't scorch, it accompanies. The sea doesn't overpower, it embraces. And you let yourself be carried away by the perfect blend of gentle warmth, landscapes that seem from another planet, and that calm that can only be found far from noise.

In Lanzarote, the wind speaks to you among dormant volcanoes. You walk along black earth paths, dotted with cacti, palm trees, and flowers that defy the arid landscape. In towns like Teguise, the doors and windows shine with that characteristic green, Lanzarote green , contrasting with the white and clear sky. The beaches are tranquil, the markets smell of fresh fruit and goat cheese, and every corner seems designed for a long break. You sit by the sea with a glass of La Geria wine, and everything—body, mind, the island—breathes.

Lanzarote takes you to hidden coves, local cuisines that reinterpret the traditional, and villages where time moves at a different pace. It's a journey that blends fire, salt, and wind. And it leaves its mark.

In Tenerife North , on the other hand, you enter a humid and lush world. You climb through laurel forests that smell of moss and living earth, you pass through villages, and the landscape surrounds you soundlessly. Here, nature doesn't decorate: it sustains you.

If you're looking to travel to the Canary Islands in spring , this is the time. A sun-filled escape of nature that alternates trails and ocean, silence and gastronomy, horizon and roots.

Two islands, two atmospheres. One spirit of travel.

You're there, and everything is clearer. The light falls on the canals, the air smells of flowers, and the bikes glide gently by, to the faint rhythm of a bell. Copenhagen in spring doesn't shout: it whispers. It invites you to slow down, to breathe more deeply.

You walk along the water. The reflection of the sky seems more real than the sky itself. The pastel facades, the flowers on the balconies, the soft clinking of a wine glass on a terrace table... everything follows a perfect rhythm.

April and May fill the city with a peaceful atmosphere: a picnic in a hidden park, a break on the shores of Ofelia Beach in front of the Opera House, or a lazy coffee where time slips away.

Perhaps that's why this city reconnects you with what's essential. Nothing pushes you, everything accompanies you. You lose yourself in neighborhoods that feel like home, with open windows, parked bikes, and Nordic calm enveloping every gesture.

One of those spring city breaks that makes you travel to Northern Europe and come back feeling refreshed. If you let yourself go, Copenhagen has just what you need to get started.

There are places where spring feels more profound. Granada is one of them .

You're there, and you know it because the air smells of orange blossom, and the bougainvilleas climb the white walls of the Albaicín as if they wanted to touch the sky. You walk slowly through its narrow streets, with the murmur of a fountain nearby and the Alhambra watching from above, gilded by the soft April light.

The sun warms without burning. The city blossoms as you pass by: shady plazas, hidden courtyards, the clinking of glasses and laughter on terraces where tapas are served like little gems. Granada in spring moves between the monumental and the everyday. You feel a part of it without realizing it.

You treat yourself to an Arabic bath at sunset. You emerge with renewed skin and climb to a viewpoint where the sky tinges pink over the still-snowy peaks of the Sierra Nevada. Everything smells of flowers, of history, of the south.

And as night falls, with a glass of wine in hand and the city lit up at your feet, you understand that there are spring getaways in Spain that are unlike any other.

Traveling south in April is something of a secret ritual. Granada turns it into magic.