Camino Mozarabe

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Onsdag aften:

Jeg nærmede mig Cordóba. Tænkte at det måske var en god idé, at reservere noget overnatning. Det havde jeg på intet tidspunkt gjort tidligere på denne tur, men Cordóba er jo ikke ligefrem en lille landsby. Jeg havde ikke det største held med at finde et hotelværelse til rimelig pris og jeg havde ikke lyst til at bo på vandrehjem i 3 dage. Fandt en mini lejlighed gennem airbnb. Lidt pebret, men at se Cordóba var et stort ønske hjemmefra. 

Torsdag formiddag: 
Jeg vandrede rundt blandt uanede mængder af oliventræer, fik en tanke, ringede til mine forældre, kom til at foreslå, at mor kunne komme forbi i weekenden. Hun vidste ikke, at telefonen i hendes ende var på video og at jeg kunne se hendes ansigtsudtryk. Jeg var ikke i tvivl, hun var klar på narrestreger. Et par timer senere og en flybillet var bestilt. 
Fredag: 
Jeg fortsatte min vandring, mor hoppede på et fly og inden spisetid mødtes vi i Cordóba. Der er nødvendigvis ikke så langt fra tanke til handling i vores familie. Vel installeret i vores lille hybel, var det afsted ud og kigge lidt på vores lokale bydel. Vi startede med kirken lige ved siden af. Kæmpestor og med alt hvad der hører til i en katolsk kirke. Tilhørende kirken var der en patio, en gårdhave. Hold nu op hvor var den flot, frodig og blomstrende. En dejlig kølig oase midt i 30 graders varme. 
Lørdag/søndag:
Vi var på guided tur på slottet, som er et stort mix af mange kulturer og tidsaldre. Vi var i det jødiske kvarter, hvor vi blandt andet så den gamle synagoge, hvis udmykning er arabisk præget. Sidste del af rundvisningen var i Moské Katedralen, et imponerende bygningsværk. Vi besøgte de gamle arabiske bade, som har været et kæmpe badekomplex i fordums tid. Vi så flere skønne gårdhaver, da der var patio festival i byen. En gammel kirkegård blev besøgt. En slendre tur over den romerske bro, et smut forbi det gamle arabiske vandhjul, som bragte vand op til en aquadukt som forsynede Emirens palads med vand. Is blev spist, souvenirs blev købt og adskillige kilometer gået. 
Mandag:
Det var tid til at pakke pakke taskerne og finde vej ind til banegården. Til alt held var vi der i god tid. Der tog henved tre kvarter at få købt en togbillet til min mor. Da hun var sendt afsted, tog jeg en taxa ud af byen og fortsatte min vandring. 
En skøn Mors Dag-weekend i Cordóba. 
Wednesday evening:
I was getting closer to Cordóba. Thought it might be a good idea to book some accommodation. I never bothered doing that earlier on this trip, but Cordóba isn't exactly one of the small villages. I didnt have any luck finding a hotel room and I didn't want to stay in a hostel dormitory for 3 nights. Ended up booking a small apartment through airbnb. A bit pricey, but Cordóba has been on my bucket list for years. 

Thursday morning:
I was wandering through countless numbers of olive trees, when a thought came up in my head. I called my folks and asked, if my mom would like to spend the weekend in Cordóba with me. She had no idea, that her phone was video. I could tell from the expression on her face, that she was ready for adventure. A few hours later and the flight was booked.

Friday:
I continued my hike, my mum jumped on a plane and we met in Cordóba just before dinner. Who ever said, that you need a long time between thought and action? We got ourselves installed in the little apartment and went sightseeing in the neighbourhood, starting out with the church next door. It was huge and had all the ornaments from a Catholic church. It also had a very wonderful patio, a courtyard. Filled up with flowers, beautiful and blooming. A lovely chilled place, despite the temperature had hit 30 degrees outside. 

Saturday/Sunday:
We went on a guided tour, where we visited the castle (a mega mix of different cultures), we were in the Jewish quartes, saw the old synagogue, whose decoration was influenced by Arabic art. The last part of the tour was in the Mosque Cathedral, an impressive building. We visited the old Arab baths, once upon a time a huge bathing complex. We saw several beautiful courtyards, as there was a patio festival in town. An old cemetery was visited. Walked cross the Roman bridge, past by the old Arab water wheel, which brought water up to an aqueduct that supplied the Emir's palace with water. Ice creams were consumed, souvenirs were bought and several kilometers were walked.

Monday:
It was time to pack those bags and find our way to the railway station. Thank God we were arrived with plenty of time. It took almost 45 minutes to get a train ticket for my mum. She got on the train, I jumped in a taxi and headed out of town to continue my hike.

It was a wonderful Mother's Day weekend in Cordóba.
 

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