Saturday, June 24, 2006

Taking Risks: Fiesta De Agua

Posted by Nithin Coca

The best things about traveling are the unexpected, random adventures. So two days ago, when I spotted a sign that said ¨Fiesta de Agua,¨ I had no idea what to expect. A Water Party? On the beach?

I grabbed the phone number slip, and headed off to get some Tapas. For some time, I completely forgot about the Fiesta.

Next scene, we are relaxing at the Mirabor San Cristobal, my favorite part of the Albaicin, the old Moorish neighborhood in Granada, admiring an amazing view of the Alhambra (pictures coming soon), with my fellow trippers and Couchsurfer Kat, when we get to discussing what we are going to do that following day.

Before I knew it, we had texted Manolo, and were going to get up the following morning to catch a bus to the beach.

What is the fiesta de agua? Good question. We were on the bus, me, Brandle, Mike, Aaron, and Kat (Mr. Ryan had to drop out due to Moroccan repercussions), when the only other English speakers on board told us we would be drenched with water on the alleys of a small village in the mountains. We had
brought no extra clothes (as everyone else on the bus had), nor had we brought a towel, due to a Spanish miscommunication (damn you Ryan for being sick!)

When we got off the bus, we were handed buckets. That´s right, Buckets. Medium sized, blue, plastic buckets. We followed the throngs (12,000 people in total) through a beautiful, green, mountain path toward a picturesque small valley town, the lights glimmering over the clear night sky. This was where the fiesta was taking place?

The crowds were amazing. The streets were packed with students, families, children, grandmas, all with buckets. From the balconies, people with hoses sprayed water down on the crowds, everyone trying to catch as much water as possible in their buckets. ¨Mucho agua, mucho agua!¨chanted the completely Spanish crowd. Within minutes, we were completely soaked with frigid water, but so was everyone else. The energy of the crowds was amazing, people were being sprayed with fire hoses, buckets, even the occasional gutter splash. The streets were running with dirty, warm water, not a single soul in the city was dry, even the hosers on the balconies were not spared the pain.

I could never have guessed when I saw that sign that I would, with 12 hours, be ambushing random people with buckets of cold water, evading super-soakers, and in general having a fantastic time. This experience, one I will never forget, could have been so easily lost had I glanced the wrong direction, had the slip fallen out of my pocket, or had Manolo never texted me back. But most of all, the experience never would have happened had we decided to take a risk. You can never get anything out of traveling unless you take chances.

All I know it...the Spanish sure know how to have a great time!

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Thursday, June 22, 2006

3 Weeks In

Wow, where to start??? It has now been just over 3 weeks since I left the USA, at times it feels as though time has flown by, other times it feels like it´s been forever. Anyway, Over the last week I´ve traveled to first Madrid, taken a day trip to Toledo and finally conquered Africa for the first time in Morocco. I´ll start off with my travels in Madrid.

I found Madrid much easier to get around than Granada ever was. Part of this was because I actually had a map so I knew where everything was and part of is was because more people speak English there. Overall I did enjoy Madrid and I do think that it would be a cool place to live, but it defiantly wasn´t as cheap as Granada is and it also it was more just like another big city rather than a city with a lot of Spanish Culture. I would compare it to something like Chicago (w/o the lakes and such) where there are tons of museums and things to do, but most of the stuff is for tourists and once you get that out of the way it´s just like most of the other typical large city. Some things that were immediately noticeable were that the people were not as friendly as Granada (didn´t say hello all the time), there were a lot more beggars, and the people were defiantly not as pretty. I think that part of this could be that Madrid has a Metro system in place so people don´t have to walk as much, also it is relatively flat compared to Granada, so you get my point...

We were in Madrid for 4 days and 3 nights and at that point I feel like I pretty much had conquered the city. The first night at the hostel (Mad) was basically a party. They have a bar there everyone gets trashed. We went out to a club after the bar closed at midnight and it was a good time. The next day, I actually took on the city on my own. This of course was possible because of my trusty map that I picked up. I walked around the whole town that day and saw a lot of cool things. They have a huge museum district and at the time I guess they had a new Picasso exhibit because his art was advertised throughout the city. Anyway, I didn´t actually make it into to the museums because the one I wanted to go into was closed on Tuesday (i think) and I never made an attempt to get back out there again. It´s ok, i´m not the biggest art fan anyway and rather would explore the city and see other things (which I did). I think the only thing that I actually paid to get into in Madrid was their Royal Palace. As you could expect it was huge and was very nice. I paid a couple extra euro to get the audio tour... big mistake. All it talked about was the art or paintings in each room and was extremely boring. Anyway, the palace was cool and I hope to have pictures up at some time... possibly at the end of this post.

Another cool thing that we did in Madrid was go to a French bar and watch the France, Swiss world cup match. Apparently Madrid has a decent French population and the kids at the bar showed their pride with all kinds of face painting and such. It was a good time but if i recall the match itself was very boring and it ended up as a tie.

The last night we were actually in Madrid we spent part of the time looking for my brother Danny. I guess he did some kind of high school 9 day study abroad in Spain program and he was going to be in Madrid the same time we were. The only problem with this was that I knew where his hotel was but I didn´t have anyway to get a hold of him. Earlier in the day I went to the hotel and talked to the reception people about how to contact him. They didn´t have very much information at all about who is in which room or even what the name of the teacher for the different American groups were. Anyway, each time i came out empty handed and had practically given up. Later on in the night (around midnight) Ii decided to take the Spanish speaking Mr. Ryan with me to try and clear things up. When we got there and talked to the people it was pretty much the same thing I heard earlier. They gave me a phone number to a guy that possibly could have been Danny´s teacher, but since it was so late, I decided it wasn´t cool to make that call without knowing who it was. We actually did see some high school girls in the lobby and I asked them if they were from KC, or at least knew the KC kids. They did and they said that they were out on the town. From there we went to a few clubs looking for them but ultimately never found them and ended up just partying in the clubs anyway. It was a pretty cool night overall. Read other peoples entries for more detail.

The next day we left our bags at our hostel and we split up into different groups. Following Kaci´s recommendation, I went to Toledo with Brandle. Toledo is a city just an hour or so south of Madrid and apparently is where the expression "Holy Toledo" comes from. We assume it has something to do with Toledo being a very Catholic center of spain at one time. Anyway, as Kaci and others have said Toledo is very beautiful. It is another walled off city in spain. At one point I do think it was the capital. Anyway, most of my facts are just speculation because I haven´t the time to do the research online and there aren´t many english books around to purchase. Our time there was short but good (4-5 hours).

My only beef with the city is that somehow my camera broke down towards the end. At first I thought it was just because I had taken a lot of photos but I´ve found that neither of my batteries will power the camera up and now it seems as though it´s just a paper weight. Damn you Toledo!!!

Anyway, after getting back to Madrid we set off for our trip to Morocco, Africa. At this point I think i´ll let other talk about Morocco and then I might add my personal opinions after.

photos (up till toledo of course)

This is a dude who was acting like a statue. I didn´t even realize when i walked by untill i saw him move slightly

this is a view of Toledo from a Church that has one of the highest points in the town.
This is a photo of the palace in Madrid.

I wish i had more people pictures, but most of these photos came when I was by myself. Others will have more of the great people pictures because like i said, my camera broke.

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Wednesday, June 14, 2006


Just a quick update here. Currently we are in Madrid and have been for the past 2 days. We will be here until tomorrow night. At that time we take a bus to the south of Spain and in the morning we will take a boat over to Morocco for 5 days. Then back to Granada for Aaron, Mr Ryan, and Nithin, and off to Seville for Brandle and myself. Everything in Madrid is pretty cool. They speak lost more English here so it is defiantly easier to get around. Plus it is a bigger city than Granada so there are more things to do and see. However, it's not nearly as cheap in Granada, which is most likely why the guys chose Granada over Madrid. Later today we plan on seeing a few Museums and I plan on meeting up with my brother. I think Aaron and Mr. Ryan are going for some movies because they have a sever cinema withdrawal. I'm sure people will let you know on the happenings at a later time. However, since im on the hostel free internet and there are people waiting for this computer I won't go into it. This could be one of the last posts I make until we get back from Morocco, I'm not exactly sure how good their internet is there

until next time.

Sunday, June 11, 2006

Our first video

Well, sorry about the delay, but we finally have our first video posted for all of you to look at. I had some issues about finding a website where I could post material with copyright material in it. It ultimatly ended up on I shall keep the links to all of our videos posted on the video portion of this website, located on the left side of the screen.

This was actually shot over a month ago in Sintra, Portugal. It´s a small city, and a world heritage site just outside of Lisbon, accesable by commuter rail. Click the link to enjoy our first video!


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Travel Time

It´s gotton too comfortable. Now its time to whip out our sleeping sheets, shake the dusts of our packs, and get ready to once again wear sandals into the shower. That´s rights, its backpacking time!

Tomorrow, at the ripe, early hour of 9AM, we shall board a bus for Madrid. From Madrid, after I drop my brother off, and the new trippers get a taste for the city, we shall board a bus for the grand port of Algeciras, onward to Morocco, the first third world country of the trip.

Shall we post from the road? What crazy adventures wait for us in Africa! Africa! It just makes me all fuzzy inside just to stay four days, we will be in Africa!

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Saturday, June 10, 2006

One week down (plus a few days)

Well this was supposed to be just a point where i was going to add a few pictures to the site but because it takes a bit to upload them I figure i´ll throw down a quick word or two.

Unfortunately over the past few days the blogger website has had all kinds of problems but now it seems to be working fine. thus that´s why there was a lack of updates in the last week.Anyway, it´s been just over a week for Ryan Brandle and me and it´s been great. Our few days in Granada have been very interesting and filled with a ton of walking.

We went to Alhambra yesterday (the reason you come to Granada) and it was very cool. I don´t have time to go into it that much but basically it was one of the last or the last Arabic strong holds in this area. It´s a huge estate with many palaces and gardens that are beautiful.Other than that we got up one morning and decided to take a bus to Malaga so that we could go to the beach. It wasn´t the greatest beaches in the world by any means but the scenery was amazing if you know what i mean.Last night we went to a bar type of thing in the Arabic district and saw something that was similar to belly dancing. I don´t remember exactly what the style of dance was called but it was very cool.Other than that we have been planning where we will be going for the next 2 months or so. At this point here is my schedule.

Granada - 11
Madrid 12-14th
Morocco 15- 21st
Seville 22nd - 23rd
Granada 24-28
leave for Bordeux wine feastivle 29th
san sebastin 3rd
running of the bulls 6-9th
Berlin on the 14th
Amsterdam 19th-23rd
Brussels 24th - 26??
then I am planning what I will be doing up until Aug 3rd when we get to Prague. If anyone has suggestions of where to go between the 26-3rd that would be great. I was thinking norther france or possibly parts of germany or austria.

And here are the pictures with some captions

This picture on the left is the view from our apt last night. It rained for like 15 minutes or so and the sunset was pretty sweet. The picture on the right is me, Brandle, and his friend Jimmy in one of the caves I talked about earlier from Blarney Castle.The picture below is the Alhambra, or at least part of it beacuse it´s so damn big.

And when i just tried to do this all hell broke lose and it didn´t work but this is what I saved at that point so it´s what you get. so yeah, that´s it for today... until next time... keep it real or something.

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Thursday, June 08, 2006

Sorry for the late posts

Sorry everybody, is acting kind of weird and we are having problems posting things to you. Don´t worry though, once this gets sorted out we will be posting again. Yes we are still here, No we are not dead.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Late, but Finnaly, La Alberca Remembered

Time passes differently when you are taking a trip around the world. You of whom have sent me emails understand that all too well, with my horrid response time.

The same goes for those who participated in Pueblo Ingles with me, at La Alberca. I’ve been meaning to put up a post, complete with pictures, commentary, and expert analysis on this site for weeks. Now, a month and a long week since the end of the program, I got the will power and here you go. April 21-28th La Alberca.

22 Anglos, 22 Spaniards. The day I arrived, I was certain there would be no way I would remember everyone’s name by the end of the week.

Three days later, I knew many of you better than I knew some of my best friends.

That was what was amazing. How within one week, a group of people can share so much and grow so close. How, in all my traveling, I’ve never felt so close to the culture and the vibe of the country I am in. The Sevillana flamenco on the last night, I can’t explain what it meant to me in words. All I know is that I can travel around the world for the rest of my life, but I’ll never experience that feeling ever again. Now I truly understand what people mean when they say traveling
is a once in a lifetime experience.

La Alberca was the bridge between the first month of my trip, which included family traveling and solo traveling, to the 2nd half, which was all group traveling. And though traveling around Spain, and settling in Granada has been fantastic, it hasn’t been the same. I don’t feel that same connection to the soul of Spain that I had up La Alberca.

Would I do it again? I would love to be back, on day one, and experience that week again, but, at the same time, I know that it was not an experience that can be recreated ever.

Those of you from La Alberca reading this, email me! One of the problems has been that La Alberca has a wrong email address down for me, a email I don’t check that frequently (I know, excuses, excuses). Others, I don’t have your email (or don’t know which of the many encoded addresses on the mass emails is yours).

To lose touch would be to lose a part of ourselves. I changed that weekend, I learned new things about myself and about humanity, some bad, but mostly good. I don’t want those memories to become nothing more than memories, fading with time.

The Sevillana sums it all up with this.

Don´t go away yet. Please don´t go away. Even my guitar is going to weep when saying goodbye to you. The ship is getting smaller as it goes away. And when it gets lost, how big is the solitude.

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Goodbye Ireland

Hello again, this is your friend Mike now residing in the country of Spain and in the town of Granada. We actually got in last night and the first thing that we did was go to a tapas (sp) bar to get a few beers and free food. It was pretty sweet. Spain has already proven to be a much cheaper country than Ireland ever wished it was. The only thing obviously is that here I don´t know a lick of the language and so getting around could be a problem. Luckily thus far the guys who are already here have a grasp on it to a certain point. Mr Ryan seems to speak it almost flawlessly and Nithin seems to get around pretty good.

Well i´ll take this time summarize what´s happened in the last few days. Most of this stuff I did with Ryan Brandle so you will probably see him write about it as well.

Yesterday we left for Spain via cork, Dublin, London, Granada. We ended up having to take flights out of each of these places to the next because it was the only way that we could get to Spain with our time table. The flights weren´t that expensive but because it was a budget airline (Ryanair) the seats were practically on top of each other and they were the most uncomfortable flights i´ve ever dealt with. Oh well part of the experience i guess.

Anyway, the original idea was to take a bus back to Dublin from Cork because it would have been much cheaper than the flight, but because it was some kind of crazy holiday in Ireland this wasn´t possible. We would have gotten to the airport either late or barely with enough time to catch our flight out of Dublin and that wouldn´t have been acceptable.

Now that we have left Ireland and spent just a ridiculous amount of money on beer, food and accommodation i think that the ¨vacation is over¨and it´s time for the super saver vagabonder mode to kick in.

Something else that was kind of cool from Ireland was the Blarney Castle. The castle is just a few miles outside Cork so it wasn´t that difficult to get there. I was actually pretty impressed by the whole thing and I´ll try and get pictures up later on in the week. I was going to do it today but I forgot my usb cord that hooks up to the computer for transfer. Anyway, obviously at the Blarney Castle there is the Blarney stone, which you are supposed to kiss and you will receive good luck. The story is about a king who lived there and who had a speech impediment and then once he kissed the stone his speech was flawless. Speaking of luck of the Irish, another interesting thing is that they have what is called the wishing stairs that is basically a set of stairs carved in a huge rock that is on the property. The idea here is that you are supposed to walk up and down the stairs with your eyes closed and you wish will come true. We only walked down it backwards with our eyes closed because we weren´t sure that you had to walk it up backwards. A lot of people thought we were crazy for doing this because of the slight danger factor. However, there were sides to the steps for support, at least for most of the way so there were no problems.

The coolest part of the castle is something that most probably wouldn´t see just by going there. When you approach the castle there is an entrance that is like an underground cave but also acted as a prison cell at one point i think. Anyway, this cave was really really small and there were no lights anywhere so you couldn´t see to far in. When we arrived we tried to explore the caves but we couldn´t get far due to the lack of light. After we walked around a bit we figured out that Brandle had a lighter on him and we decided to give it a go before we left the area. I have picture of this as well that I´ll post up later but basically we used the flames from the lighter and a couple of flashes from my camera to get way back into the cave. We talked to a guy who said originally the caves went for a mile or so but they closed it off at one point so that people didn´t get too far. We probably got about 150 ft or so which led us under the castle.

After Blarney, we went to a fish and chips place that is supposed to be one of the best in all of ireland. It was pretty cool, they give you this giant cod and a ton of chips to eat. I couldn´t get close to finishing this.

We went out one more time to the bars and Ryan´s friend Jimmy said goodbye to all of his friends. This led us to the morning of yesterday when we experienced a day of 4 airports and three flights in 14 hours or so. It was pretty exhausting. Oh, i just want to mention something about the London Stansted airport real fast that was quite annoying. First of all they try to rip you off in all kinds of ways. I wanted to fill my water bottle up so that i wouldn´t have to purchase a very expensive one in the airport but they had no water fountains and in the bathrooms they only have hot water. Thus I was forced to buy a new bottle. Secondly, they have some weird policy that they won´t tell you what gate your flight is in until about an hour before it boards. I can only assume that is is because they want you to hang out in their airport mall and buy up all of the food and other crap that you can. It was actually quite annoying because I just wanted to find a place to sleep.

Well that´s it for now and like I said all of this happened with Brandle, so i´m sure he will repeat /add a bunch of info about what happened.

Until next time.

Saturday, June 03, 2006

And so it begins...

Went to see Nine Inch Nails today. It was really great to see Colorado's beauty one last time. Here's a picture from up on the rocks. The next morning, I'll be leaving to Ireland.

The feeling has finally hit me. Once I walked through the gate at DIA, said my goodbyes, and was let off the leash. It spread through me like a slow growing warmth, like I just took a shot of some hardcore vodka. I couldn't stop from grinning. Every step I took was one step closer to anywhere but here! I have just taken my first step off the enormous abyss of the unknown adventure before me.

My first flight out of Denver was AMerican Airlines flight 1492...for those history buffs, thats the year christopher columus sailed the ocean blue and came upon one hell of a discovery! What a weird coincedence. I wonder what my discovery will be?

Just after trying a "snack box" that my dad highly recommended (fried chicken and fries,)I ran into my first drunken Irishman in Dublin today. He was rambling to us about how his wife and himself were arguing and she kicked him out of the house. He was obviously upset with his usage of the word fuck, or fuugghhkkinnn. Anyway, he was looking for a place to stay but we had to let him down because we were just travelling through. We could barely understand him, his accent was so thick. Later that night, we met Jimmy at Oliver Gogarty's Pub (it's also the hostel we're staying in.) We were looking for things to do that night and found a flyer that said PUB in front of Trinity College at 8pm. So we went, not knowing what we were getting ourselves into. It was great. It turns out that this guy and his friends created this "Backpackers Pub Crawl" business and are in with the local bartenders so they get good deals. We hit up 5 different pubs. They were all so unique and Mike, our Canadian tour guide, explained the history significance of the pub. Sorry, I can't remember all of the names, but one was called Bruxelles. One had a whole viking theme, from when the vikings raided and took over Ireland. We had an hour at each pub before moving on to the next one. The beer here is soooo good. Jimmy and I actually tried an "Oyster Stout," fermented with real oysters for quite a unique taste. I did it just so I could say that I've tried an Oyster Stout. Mike tried a Strawberry Lager which was amazing. It was even strawberry color, but it was a beer.
***there is a large spire that was constructed a few years ago in the center of Dublin, right next to the Liffy River. Jimmy explained to me that many of the locals don't like it. They refer to it as the "Stiffy on the Liffy."


Jamison Whiskey tour. This was a very cool tour because not only did we learn how whiskey was made, but learn about much of the Irish history and how whiskey has greatly developed the Ireland we see today. I found out that they feed the spent barly, after it has been soaked, to the livestock throughout the country. That explains why the cattle here are so happy and chilled out. Another cool history fact is that at the end of the fermenting process (years in a barrell,) there is a tester, or "tax man" who judges the strength of the liquor and decides if it is safe to sell to the public. He pours the whisky onto some gunpowder and lights it on fire. If the color of the flame burns orange, it's too weak. If the color burns blue, it's perfect. If the gunpowder explodes, then the whiskey is too strong and cannot be sold to the public. So instead of throwing it away, they bottled it up and gave it to all the workers!

Guinness Factory tour. This was quite interesting as well...........................drank on the top of the observation tower and could see all of Dublin.

On the walk back, I came across a man in his backyard driveway who
was chiselling gravestones. I thought it was an awesome photograph shot, so I sneaked up behind him and waited to say anything bc I didn't want to stun him when he's chiselling someones name. He finally stopped and I introduced myself. He was very friendly. Apparently it takes him 2 whole days just to do one grave! and the yard was full of them. I asked if I could get a photo of him. Got a good one too. I said gooday and that he has a very unique talent to carve that fast a accurate, then went on my way.

Ireland group 2

Well, it seems that our friends have been off discovering long forgotten parts of the world while we arrived in a new part of the world for us. As of June 1st we officially became world travelers once our plane arrived in Dublin. The start of the trip didn't go off completely unhitched, my flight from KC to Chicago was delayed an hour, once we finally arrived this was soon forgotten. Since then we have spent 2 days in Dublin where we met a bunch of really fun people, most of which were American. This morning we got on a bus and now we are situated in Cork, which I am told has a lot more of the Irish culture than Dublin. Dublin itself is actually very much like a lot of the big cities in the States such as New York. While we were there we visited a few historical sites and then of course also saw the Guinness and Jamison tours.

Although I enjoyed Dublin, I don't know how much longer we could have stayed there because almost everything in the city is very expensive and our funds are limited. From here we stay in Cork with Brandle's friend Jimmy for a couple days and then off to Granada to meet up with the other kids. I'll let Ryan fill you in on the rest of the happenings of the trip.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

A Cordoban History Lesson

By Nithin Coca

First, a few facts. Did you know
  • For over 100 years, Cordoba, Spain, was the largest city in Europe, with a population of over 1 million?
  • That, for over 300 years, it was the capitol of Al-Andalus, a Muslim kingdom that controlled most of Spain?
  • That this Muslim kingdom tolerated freedom of religion, and allowed all religions of the book (Judiasm, Christianity, and Islam) to be practised freely?
  • That the largest mosque in Europe, a freaking enourmous ediplex, is in Cordoba?
Can´t say I knew any of that before I set of to Spain and began reading about the riches of this country. Cordoba has been out of the limelight for over 1000 years, its population today only 300,000, a city of archealogical digs, ruins, and a deep, troubling yet intriguing history.

But imagine the city, the center of Europe,
back in its heyday in 770 AD. The intellectual capitol of Europe, where Jewish, Muslim, and Christian philosophers debated the merits of life, love, and how to best govern a enlightened community. While the rest of western Europe was mired in the dark ages, Byzantine clerics travelled to Cordoba to learn from the brightest.

When you are in a city like Cordoba, you cannot understand it unless you try to understand the history. The Cathedral, formally the Mosque, has changed dramatically over the years. The hunderds of red striped arches now lead to chapelas, and a golden, ornate new dome in the center, highlighted by its 200 meter organ. No place else in Europe ca
n you see the strark contrast between Islamic simplicity, and the overexuberance of the Catholic church in Spain.

The rulers of Al-Andalus, who had their own Caliph, seperate from that of Baghdad. The Caliph lived outside the city in the enormous Medina Al-Zarya complex. On our second day in C
ordoba, we took a half an hour bus ride outside the city to see the remains of this once vibrant city, with our resident Anthropoligist, Aaron Tobias (pictured left inspecting the walls).

Medina Al-Zarya used to the the adminstrative, religious, and diplomatic capitals of Moorish Spain. It took self appointed Caliph Abd al-Rahman twenty-five years to build Madinat al-Zahra. The city existed for merely sixty-five years. For nine centuries it slept, forgotten beneath a hard dirt cover. Following eighty years of restoration work, about one tenth of the medina has been excavated, representing one third of the upper terrace: the noble part which houses the alcazar with the caliph's palace and the most important dignitaries' houses, together with the government bodies and military buildings. On the middle terrace, only the mosque has been excavated. The souk was also at this level, together with many gardens with pools, fountains and cages housing wild animals and exotic birds. The lower terrace was devoted to infantry and cavalry housing. Excavation work is still continuing so that we may learn the real beauty of this beautiful, mountainside medina.

How do we know all this? Because me and Ryan were hard at work as historians.

There´s no better way to experience history than to read it when you´re there. Córdoba was fantastic, an lesson into one of the most interesting periods of European History, Moorish Spain. How the relatively tolerant Moorish Spain led to the Conquisition...well, that´s for next week!

For more information about Cordoba, check out these links.
Ayuntamiento de Córdoba - Códoba local Government.
Maps of Córdoba
Turismo de Córdoba

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