We woke up early the morning after our amazing dinner and wind-down in Granada to more cloudless weather. We hit the open road, winding our way around beautiful backroads, through more and more (and more and more) olive trees...my God, we must have seen 10 million of them during the week, that's probably accurate. The drive was great because we would occasionally turn a corner to see a beautiful whitewashed village as such:
Our stop on the way to Cordoba was Preigo de Cordoba (sounds like you are welcome Cordoba). We stopped at the grocery store and grabbed a picnic and had a nice little lunch between a medevil castle and a public fountain (probably 20th century...oh well). Afterwards, we found the real treat of this village/town. The old town was stark white walls and there must have been a city ordinance that required residents to plant hydrangas outside their doors. Very beautiful; the end of the old town brought you too an amazing vista that reminded me of the picnic our French group had between Mirepoint and Toulouse in 2001....oh the memories.
After lunch we said Prego to Preigo and hit the olive trail to Cordoba. I am not sure why, but I have always had a fasination with the Mesquite in Cordoba, formerly a church, converted into a mosque during the Moorish occupancy, and now re-converted back into a catholic church...it is a beautiful mix of Moorish and Christian styles, a true blending of cultures. The hundreds of arches were amazing and were from several different eras including the Byzantine empire (a long time ago), roman times, Moorish times, and the renaissance. They did a great job making the different sized columns uniform.
Here is your blending of cultures...
Right away, I understood why I wanted to visit. Super cool!!!
Since it was a million and three degrees (it was 40 celcius, which is around 105), we took of from Cordoba after wandering around the old town a bit more and made our way close to the airport, which happens to be on the Costa del Soul in Malaga. We stopped, stripped, and swam for about 3 hours before our flight! Erin's first swim in the Med (and topless-optional beach) was a sucess! It was amazing to be back in the Medeterranean after all this time (not including my early April swim in Cadaques (north of Barcelona) with Erin and Linsey in 2005). It was yet again, a terrific conclusion to an amazing bank holiday weekend
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