That Cordoba Walk Was So Great, I Needed To Do It Again. And A Story. . .

After my solo walk, I went back to the apartment.  Carol woke up groggily and we ended up doing the same walk all over again, because it really is the greatest hits of Cordoba.

These photos below are random shots from Cordoba that don't go with any blog post, but are still worth including, so here they are:

The Roman Bridge at night.  (Editor:

No kidding it's at night!)

First day lunch -- Tinto de

Verona for Carol, cerveza

for me.

The obligatory Bell Tower

selfie, this time for two.

The Renaissance Arch of Cordoba.

Also at night (sticks tongue out

at editor!).  

"That does not look like an arch,"

our writer notes, archly.

The actual name is the Puerto del Puente (Bridge Gate).  I suppose it's not a high crime and misdemeanor like Watergate, but the research I did on Cordoba, it was referred to as an arch, not as Bridge Gate.  I suppose from now on I won't refer to it as an arch, but as a gate.

Anyhow, this gate actually replaced a Moorish gate, which replaced a Roman gate that existed at or before the time of Julius Caesar (it was mentioned before he was killed on the Ides of March, so I'm not just taking a stab at the history of it.)

How's this for a night picture

of the Bell Tower?

Quick story before I go on to the next post. . .our first trip to Spain, and first trip overseas with our daughters, was in April 2001, during Semana Santa (IYKYK, if you don't Google it).  After Sevilla, we came to Cordoba.  

After dinner on night, Carol was putting our daughters to bed (they were 8, 6, and 3 at the time.  They are older than that now), so I went to find the internet cafe to check my email.  There was no hotel WiFi or personal MiFi at the time.

So I sat at a terminal that looked like it had just been repurposed from being a Pac-Man game, pumping peseta coins into it for time.

On the way back to the hotel, I came across a night procession of one of the brotherhoods.  There were men on horseback, blowing trumpets, torches carried by the marchers in the brotherhood.  It was pretty stirring and amazing.  Back in our room, I said to Carol, "Bad news, I just joined the Crusades!"

Well, five months later, September 11th happened.  Eerie timing.