Travel Journal


(Thursday 7 October 2010) by Mike and Julie's sort of round the world trip
Day 38-39 – 9/11-9/12/10 Cordoba
Cordoba isn’t terribly far from Seville so only a few hours on the road and an hour or so finding a parking space. The hotel we booked was in the medina and the medina is closed off to cars. Or if a hotel has parking in the medina, they can lower the barriers when you arrive and you can drive to your hotel; however, our hotel had no parking. The Garmin had conniptions trying to get us there and we ended up parking a couple kilometers away.
The area is very touristy without the charm of the Barrio in Seville. The hotel was very nice and the owner spoke excellent English. Not sure about her claim the hotel was a palace at one time though. We walked around a bit and passed the gypsy witches who hang out around the Mezquite-Church and place rosemary or some herb in your hand, read your fortune, and ask for money. I have perfected a scowl that repels all but the hardiest touts and hustlers so the women didn’t bother me but attached themselves to Julie but their efforts were fruitless.
We passed through the Patio de los Narangos – the courtyard of Orange Trees outside of the Mezquite and checked on the opening time. We then crossed the Puente Romano – the Roman Bridge and watched the night descend on the city.

I had heard one of the food specialties here was salmorejo which is like a gazpacho with ham soup so I tried it at a local restaurant while Julie had flan. Neither dish was particular good.
The next day we started at the Museo Arqueologica which is a small museum with bits and pieces of pottery and stone.
There was no English description on the exhibits and little in the pamphlet so we learned very little here. We looked out on the Roman Bridge again before Julie retired for the day to relax rather than going to the Mezquite with me. She definitely is burned out on the churches here in Spain. It was a shame because the Mezquite is totally stunning.
It was originally the biggest mosque but when the Spanards kicked the Moors out of Spain, they built a church on the spot and incorporated the Islamic architecture in the church which is an interesting juxtaposition. Truly remarkable inside and I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves.

Julie later joined me for Sangria and I had gazpacho while she had her usual a ham sandwich. We took it easy for the rest of the day and left the next day for Granada.


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