I am in love. with a city,
Cordoba.
After a quick 2 hour bus ride from Sevilla, we arrived in the outskirts of Cordoba. Our bus came to a quick hault as our beloved driver, Señor Antonion, jumped out the door. In five minutes, he was back and explained to us that the bus could not make it over the bridge so we’d need to walk over the bridge with our luggage to get to our hotel.. All 30 of us walked across the beautiful bridge leaded to the Mezquita of Cordoba with our bags in tow.
Our hotel was literally right across a street, if you want to call it a street - more like an alley, from the Mezquita. 
I can’t explain what that MEANS>besides unbelievable.
That night, my friends and I went to find a place to eat. We started walking aroudn the tiny streets of Cordoba and looked in all the doors of the various tavernas. We spied a cute bar tender and decided that was where we would eat. GOOOOOD choice! We had fabulous sangria and were introduced to the amazing olives of Cordoba. 
Our hotel was really nice, we had huge marble bathrooms and our own balconies. 
3 happy chicks.
The next day, we went to the Mezquita. Basically combo of muslim and christian, muslim and christian.
It was astoundingly beautiful, I couldn’t decide which I liked better but our teacher insisted that the Muslim side was far more important than the Christian - which was put in way later. When the Christians took over the Mezquita they closed the walls which were once open arches to its surrounding courtyards.
walking to heaven., the bathroom..
After the Mezquita, we were given a tour of the Jewish neighbor hood which is comprised of beautiful tiny windy streets of white walled buildings with potted flowers hanging from window sills.
Every few streets shares a courtyard with a few trees and benches , the Spaniards like to spend a day going from courtyard to courtyard drinking a glass of wine at each.
We ate at the most amazing restaurant ever, run by a little Spanish man. After taking our order, he ran down the street and would appear every 20 minutes with a new dish in hand. We chose to assume that he was preparing our meals down the street in his apartment with his wife.. no matter where they were from, they were delicious. Eggplants slightly fried in olive oil, drizzled with honey.
We sat there forever and enjoyed the sun.
After lunch, we found a medieval market which was in town for the weekend. It travels around Spain all year and consists of hundreds of stands selling hand crafted goods, candied nuts, fresh chocolates, sangria, cervezas, baked potatoes, ribs, etc. Everyone is dressed in full Medieval attire and there was tons of dancing and music. We decided we had to come back later that night to party and have dinner because when again would we EVER be in Cordoba for a Medieval Festival?
