Cordoba

Cordoba…more like Gordaba. Last weekend I went to visit my friends Brie and Taylor in Cordoba. I spent the entire weekend indulging in sweets and treats, thus I am deeming it my trip to Gordoba (Gordo means fat in Spanish.) I am already planning to return, since I didn’t have the chance to visit the Mezquita and Juderia in which Cordoba is known for.

My first tostada with tomate

Chocolate and vanilla frozen yogurt with chocolate granola, and peanut butter!

could not possibly be any happier

4am trip to McDonalds, walked through the drive through (I had ice cream)

Had to try the local pastries

Banana Pancakes and eggs for breakfast

After arriving late Thursday night at the Cordoba bus station, I realized that it had never occurred to me to ask for directions, or even a simple address, to Brie and Taylors Apartment. I walked around the bus station for about an hour holding my phone in the air attempting to connect to wifi, as if my extra arm length was really going to make a difference. Finally I was able to get in contact with Taylor, who advised me to navigate my way to their apartment by finding city landmarks, the easiest of which was a “giant Spanish flag on a big building.”

On Friday night we went to the "festival internacional de juegos" (juegos=games.) Unsure of what the “games” entailed I laced up my sneaks and headed there to compete or at the very least watch some type of athletic game native to Spain.

To my surprise, the festival was actually a gathering of hundreds of Spaniards trading, renting and playing board games.

Hundreds of games to rent, most of which were mid-evil themed

The language barrier proved to be challenging when trying to understand the rules of the game

Upon arriving back in Sevilla late Saturday afternoon, I decided to go to the grocery store because they are closed on Sunday and my favorite supermarket is right next to the bus station. What seemed like a good idea at the time was actually a costly mistake.

Picture this, I have my large, bulky backpack on, biking the cobblestone streets, with all my newly purchased precious groceries spilling out of the top of my bike basket into the streets.

As many of you know, after working as a cashier at Wegmans for eight years, my bags are always properly packed with crushables on top. My training could not have prepared me for what would ensure.

My eggs, bread, and fruit fell victim to the cars in the busy intersections that I crossed. At every slight bump, my groceries spilled out everywhere. I was unable to control the bike since the heavy groceries weighed down the handlebars making it impossible to balance or steer.  I guess I will be making some banana bread this weekend since my bananas are entirely mush after having taken a beat down on the streets.