Tuesday 30 September and Wednesday 1 October
One word : Olives! We have never seen such abundance of olive groves in our lives. From Granada to Cordoba.
There are also a lot of Moorish hilltop castles along the route.
In a rush to the head, I chose one town to stop at for lunch. Up we drove on winding, ever narrower lanes until we couldn't go further. Neil and Stephen's driving skills were put to the test and we needed directions from surprised locals to get back down. The upside of this was that we got to choose a local roadside restaurant instead. At lunchtime it filled up with farm labourers and construction workers. A choice of options for a two course lunch, a drink and bread for 9 euros. Daily menu in Spanish only and oops, lost in Google translation, some of us, not me, got beef kidneys in gravy on a bed of chips..Chalk it up, fellas!
We loved our apartments La Alberca in Old town Cordoba.
We wandered down through the old lanes for drinks and views and ate dinner on Plaza de la Corredera.
Mesquita Cordoba is still our favourite Church in all of Europe. Something about the mix of cultural influences, the calm interior and the symmetry that is just a bit off in places.
And then what a great day...
Brunch and coffee at street cafe.
Popping into an old synagogue. Sitting on the steps listening to a Flamenco busker in a shady courtyard.
Glasses of vino rosado in a touristy square. Empanadas.
Trying Salmonjera, the cold and refreshing Andulsian tomato and garlic soup.
More flamenco guitar wafting from a restaurant doorway, so in we go.
Heading home for a siesta. Hanging out with the locals for evening drinks. Dinner outside on square amongst all the students at wonderful Taberna la Montillana.
Strolling home with a happy heart, a satisfied palate and a slightly fuzzy head on a balmy evening; no jacket required.
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