Look at these eerily familiar looking, no relation though, figures peeking back at you from every other shop window, in particular around Semana Santa. With their pointy-topped hats and narrow eyes they are actually rather handsome… whereas those air conditioning units mounted on almost every other, if not every, apartment wall, necessary as they might be, are a real eyesore.
The traveler will fall for the colours of Seville (oh those glorious yellows and reds), but Cordoba amplifies that love with its beaming white walls adorned with rows and rows of, endless rows of blooming flower pots. One will also most certainly develop a new penchant for those peculiar facade decorations (horseshoe! ladle! seashell!) Andalusia is renowned for.
Cordoba also houses some seriously handsome fellows. Just look at those two flirting up a storm from their respective verandas, like a furry Romeo and Juliet. (Either that, or they can be mortal enemies declaring war…instead of love… depending on how you interpret their heated barking…)
The sunsets and the one odd sunrise (usually I am never up that early) I have seen during my short visit made for some of my best Andalusian memories.The time spent people watching by the Puente de Isabel II bridge catching those last precious rays of golden sunlight reflecting on the water… until it was almost pitch black.That other time, when leaving my dorm room (that I had to myself for the entire night) at the crack of dawn to catch my bus (to Sevilla), I – though still half asleep – just had to stop and admire these amazing silhouettes standing tall against the day-breaking sky. Similarly, on my first day/night, arriving in Malaga after nightfall, the sight of the warmly lit up Alcazaba felt like getting greeted with a welcoming hug and a promise of good times ahead.
Those golden hours spent sunbathing, reading, watching the sun slowly set at Plaza de Espana, always moving one tiled bench over, chasing after the quickly fading sunlight… Another city, another bridge. The Roman bridge of Cordoba looks impressive at any time of the day but, at sunset time, painted over with those magic lights it captures your entire soul. Even after a good hour of marvelling, it still won’t let you go. You keep turning back, to get one more last look, just one more glimpse.Reminiscing bygone moments like these, or the ones being impressed by while at the same time not really sure where to put that humongous Metropol Parasol lounging in the middle of Seville (I definitely need more ice cream to figure this one out), or the minutes spent checking out a random plane before getting sucked into the wonderful world of cheap clothes (hello Primark Cordoba), it really hits home – oh, Andalusian nights, how I miss you…