Made another 2 hr journey to Cordoba, to see the Christian/Muslim palace - Great Mosque of Córdoba and current cathedral, alongside the Roman bridge. Could not go inside since it was already 8pm.
they arrived the hotel just before 10pm. he noticed that there were many orange trees in all the places he visited so far, even in the hotel compound, he plucked an orange from the tree on the way. Unriped, face-crushingly sour.
Went for dinner outside the hotel, 20 minute walk from the hotel.
The waitress in the restaurant was the most friendliest of all, so far in the trip.... there's one they met in the hotel in Barcelona - asking her whether there's some soup, for her tummy was not feeling well. the waitress looked at them as if they were asking for caviar - NO! after quite some "begging", she grudgingly relented to ask the chef to make some. ended up the clamp chowder tasted like salt water.
- when you are already rocked up for many hours in the bus, nothing could better a genuinely welcoming, heart warming smile from little Maria.
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