When the August sun stood the highest in Barcelona, I decided to head south to Córdoba and Granada – at 42ºC. So let me take you to the magnificent south of Spain where siestas are long, food comfortingly heavy and conversations heated.
The train took me from Barcelona to Córdoba in four and a half hours. With its white and yellow facades, beautiful architecture and candid people it reminded me much of Sevilla. Yet the city has so many Moorish influences, unique cuisine (Salmorejo! Flamenquines!) and tranquil vibes that it easily stands out.
The Urban Vida Stays apartment in Córdoba’s old town was the perfect basis to explore the city.
After a refreshening shower I went out to stroll around and had the city almost to myself due to the unbearable heat. If there is one must-do in Córdoba, it’s the Mezquita. And I failed to go in. Summer opening times didn’t play into my hands, so at least I know I need to go back soon.
What I did see and love was the Judería. The narrow winding streets full of shops, restaurants and artisan workshops is so enchanting that getting lost here is a true pleasure.
One place I stopped by more than once was the Salón de Té. As you know how much I love thé à le menthe, my Morocco longing got a little soothed here.
So after the one or other pot of tea, I headed to the Calleja de las Flores, a tiny alley that is supposed to be one of Córdoba’s most picturesque ones. I won’t object.
With a little side-trip to the city centre, I got back to my apartment and ready to head off to Granada the next morning.
Getting from Córdoba to Granada with the bus was fairly cheap and so I found myself after 2,5 hours in the very centre of Granada. My tasteful Los Lobos Suite was right next to the Catedral and thus more than easy to find.
The morning had been long, so I was longing for some good coffee. Luckily Granada’s supposedly best café La FINCA Coffee was just around the corner and – I was seeming to have a run of luck – they also served carrot cake. What more could I want? Yes right, amazing views and ancient architecture. Also not a problem in Granada.
Along the Carrera del Darro I climbed up to the Mirador San Nicólas, a place where you have this classical view over the Alhambra.
On my way down I passed by the Bañuelo, an old hammam bath, which is no longer in use…
… and the magnificent Palacio de Dar Al-Horra, which evoke some serious Morocco wanderlust in me once for all. Good that it’s only two months left until my next trip.
Returning to the apartment, I passed by the cathedral once more to peak in briefly.
The night called for some Moroccan dinner at El Sultán. How I had missed my tajine!
I started the next morning with a coffee in the cosy bed corner of my apartment.
And was keen to try out another coffee place for the second coffee of the day: Durán barista. But because it was August and a Friday, the café had already closed its doors when I arrived at 12PM. Fortunately, though, the barista inside saw our longing glances through the window and was so kind as to open for us anyway. And not only that: He also prepared the coffees together with us and gave us a quick introduction into pouring coffee and creating latte art.
Next stop: the many alleys of Granada that seem to be taken right from a Moroccan medina.
For a change of scenery, I did a little shopping tour through the cute vintage store Oh Oh July and got myself a Sylvia Plath t-shirt. Someone left Andalusia very happy – and that not only due to the new purchase.