Thursday 19 January 2012
Charles’ phone alarm awakened us at 9AM and his delicious omelet helped the 4 of us get on the road to Cordoba from by 10:30. We drove with beautiful countryside to look at. Even though “James” sent us on a farmer’s back road to see famous ruins as old as the Alhambra, it was a wild goose chase and we never saw them.
Myles and Nicole talked a lot in the back seat while we headed home at dusk when all of a sudden the water gauge broke and we were stuck on another farmer’s road calling Sebastian for help. With Charles’ diagnosis of the problem and Dian’s jerry rigging of a wire cap for the broken water sensor, we hobbled home only having to pull over twice more to let the car cool down and add water.While the three of us had gotten used to such disasters as being part of life on the road, we were impressed and pleased we didn’t have to worry about Myles’ reaction, who took it all in stride. We even had cortados and bocadillas at the gas station just outside Granada. We called Dian’s mom and dad and related the day’s news along with a rousing versions of “Camptown Races” and “Clementine.”
Arriving in Cordoba was a bit of a parking nightmare and we were happy to sit on the bridge and eat our picnic lunch after an hour of driving in circles. It’s hard to keep a happy disposition when you’re hungry. The musicians sweetened our mood with an accordionist playing standards like the Ramones would (speed-wise) and further down an Eddie Vedder style singer/guitarist who played the same song for about 15 minutes.
Inside the old town we were greeted by a pleasant maze of alleys and narrow streets that took us to the famed Mosque/Cathedral. This particular combination spoke to the tolerance (or lack of) between the Muslim and Christian religions. The rust colored striped columns and intricate inlay mosaic work was preserved along side the beautiful statues and saint iconography. Outside we toured the Jewish quarter and walked briskly by the building which housed the Spanish Inquisition leaders.
Myles and Nicole talked a lot in the back seat while we headed home at dusk when all of a sudden the water gauge broke and we were stuck on another farmer’s road calling Sebastian for help. With Charles’ diagnosis of the problem and Dian’s jerry rigging of a wire cap for the broken water sensor, we hobbled home only having to pull over twice more to let the car cool down and add water.While the three of us had gotten used to such disasters as being part of life on the road, we were impressed and pleased we didn’t have to worry about Myles’ reaction, who took it all in stride. We even had cortados and bocadillas at the gas station just outside Granada. We called Dian’s mom and dad and related the day’s news along with a rousing versions of “Camptown Races” and “Clementine.”
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