CORDOBA
We started on Friday the 15th and went to Cordoba for one night. I've heard that "Cordoba es preciosa" and that the Mezquita is incredible. Both of those things I found to be true. After dropping off our things in our surprisingly nice, private triple we walked around the city a bit. While we were close to the Mezquita, I got shat on by a bird. It's funny because it's true. I was taking a picture, heard a noise and then looked at my shirt. Perhaps it didn't help that I was wearing red; I was the perfect target. I wonder how many tourists this happens to. Lucky for me I was wearing another layer, so could take off the first one. I imagine I looked pretty strange wearing a white tank top with my red t-shirt tied around my purse, but didn't care, I was a tourist! Aren't tourists stereotypically dressed ridiculously? It's fun to play into that stereotype every once in a while, no? Because of this incident we called ourselves "Team birdshit" for the rest of the trip.
We went to the most relaxing, best smelling tea cafe for a break after walking around a bit more. We ordered Moroccan tea with mint to share and each ordered a granizado or batido. I've been really wanting a coconut batido because the weather had been so hot before we left, between 32-35 degrees Centigrade and coconut batidos were one thing I loved getting while I was in San Cristobal. The granizado was refreshing because it was so cold and the tea was refreshing because of the mint. There was fresh fruit in the middle of the patio that was so fragrant. Oh, that's one thing that was really nice about Cordoba, there were patios as you entered each house/hostel/some buildings. It was a nice way to enjoy natural light, while staying cool indoors.Saturday morning Simon and I went to visit the Mezquita which was pretty incredible. We thought we were doing good with time until we realized we were on the opposite side of town from the bus station and didn't have much time to get there. For whatever reason, we were thinking our bus left at 2:30pm, but asked Ariela to check the bus tickets to make sure. Oh boy were we wrong, it was 1:49pm and our bus left at 2:00pm. Shit! So we started running to get to a main street in order to flag down a taxi. The first four that passed us were occupied, luckily the fifth one wasn't. We piled in, told the driver we had to catch a bus in 10 minutes and asked if he could go as fast as possible. He was pretty understanding and told us he'd do what he could. We got there right at 2 o'clock. Ariela ran to the bus to tell the bus driver to wait a couple of minutes. Simon and I ran in with all our luggage behind her and luckily the bus driver let us on. He was the greatest bus driver because he also gave us a little goody-bag with bottled water, peanuts, cookies and headphones. We didn't even realize we'd purchased tickets for the Alsa Supra bus, which is far nicer than the regular buses for the same price. We were so lucky, all because of that bird.
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