| FEBRUARY 2015 |
Hello again, Gentle Reader. Let’s pick up where we left off: Córdoba.
Talk about a historically complex and overwhelmingly beautiful place. It’s almost intimidating to talk about because there’s just so much to say (Guadalupe this is for you.)
A while ago, Amy and I had a small conference as we were horking down dinner, and we decided to divide Córdoba into two posts. One for the Palacio de Viana, and one for the day we spent at the Mezquita. Sit tight, folks. There’s a lot to see here.
Now, several thoughts come to mind as I sit here trying to write a post about Córdoba: 1. how do I express how it encompasses several cultures, time spans, religions, types of architecture, and art forms without overloading my gentle reader into a word coma. 2. my mother just face-timed me to tell me she met Caitlyn Jenner in the bathroom at the Grammy’s, after my father popped on screen excited to share how he peed next to Larry King in the men’s room. Currently, I’m rabid squirrel-level distracted.
Facts to frame this post:
- It was cold in Córdoba in February. Almost Alaskan tundra if you took away the snow and elk. This was good because there were almost no other tourists, and no other tourists in a place as special as Córdoba is Christmas come early.
- Córdoba would take a lifetime to really get to know. It has that many layers of history that are still being dug up. (Guada, this is also for you.)
One of our favorite places to visit is the lovely Palacio de Viana, an old home now famous for its glorious patios. We have the word “patio” in English because we stole it, like the rat thieves we are, from Spanish. I’m sorry to say that we don’t have patios like these at home. I wish we did. Maybe it would have been harder to leave. Nonetheless, Córdoba is world famous for its patios, which are small open-air places that boast beautiful gardens and water features. The Palacio de Viana has 14 beautiful patios, which is what nearly did Amy’s camera in. The by-products of a near Nikon death are below.
Cold. So cold. Look at my feet. What a tourist. Warming the feet in the sun.
There’s just something about this place. I think it’s the textures and colors that make it so, so special.
K and A
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