Hospederia Duque San Martin Cordoba
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... 1 with Tripadvisor--called Casa Mazal, if we could find it. A few errants turns but we did in due course.
The place styled itself as specializing in Jewish food. We decided on a bottle of wine and shared a falafel. Tried a chicken dish with rice which was a bit spicy, finishing up with an American coffee con leche that morphed into an espresso. We chatted about trip goofs [A Team, Jesse of course featured], his work, the fact there are so many couples on this trip and ...
... for the following morning's trip down to Cordoba. That 'short' nap turned into the sleep that never ended! We slept until about 3 or 4 a.m., at which time, we were wide awake while the rest of the city was in lala land.
The time difference from Denver to Spain is 8 hours, so our jet lag was to be expected because while we would otherwise be sleeping, we were now awake, and vice versa.
That first morning in Madrid, we hopped onto an early morning ...
... and 16 hours until my flight home (my best friend reminds me every 5 minutes, she's counting down). I have mixed feelings. I will be happy to escape the inferno that is Cordoba, and I miss my family and friends so much that it hurts. I even miss my school. However, I am still so thankful to have this amazing experience, meeting new people, and i know that as soon as im back in my Canadian civics class, i will miss spain more than ever!
... bath house (Hammam Al Andulus). This was pure luxury. Massaged, anointed with fragrant oils and then alternating between the very hot, the warm water and the invigorating freezing cold in various baths. And of course the boiling hot steam room.
After being tenderised (massaged), oiled and flavoured (obvious really), par boiled, then steamed, followed by a cold blanching I was fully prepared!! Maybe that’s how a turkey feels.
The streets of the old ...
... city in blazing heat.
On the edge of Cordoba, I stop to check on the location of my hotel for the night, the Hostal Santa Ana. I've got a sketch map which, unhelpfully, places it slap bang in the middle of the Rio Guadalquivir. I have to make a random guess as to which side of the river it is actually on, and get it wrong. So there's quite a bit of trouble in finding this one and I eventually get my GPS out and walk there to check in. With hindsight, it's probably a good thing ...