The Road to Cordoba

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The road to Cordoba was dry. It slithered along the flat planes, past the milky olive trees like a snake, zig zagging on and on into infinity. The sun was just creeping up over the hills when we stopped and had early morning coffee, at a simple wild western style dinner. The air was crisp still  then, a perfect temperature, just a bit hotter than the air-conditioned interior of our car. I skipped across the empty double lane to take pictures of the pink flowers growing under the watchful gaze of the lonesome bull, the bull of Osborne. We knew that soon though the damp earth would turn to dust under the scorching hot summer sun and so we kept on going under the stars.

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The sky was watery and the distant hills now flicked passed in a blurry haze. The hot streams of air distorted our horizon ahead and the earth seemed weaker, less rich, as if the sun had burnt it back down to igneous. Now, when a bull was near we would see it for miles, its silhouette standing out jet black against the vast expanse of pastel and grey. I am the Rider in the Song: Full moon, black pony, olives against my saddle. Though I know all the roadways, I’ll never get to Córdoba. And so we beat on, with the thoughts of Federico Garcia Lorca never too far from our minds.

As we rose and then topped the hills, we saw Cordoba down below. A sprawling mass of white houses shrinking, a city trying to press itself further into the ground, further way from the sun’s fierce gaze. It was only when we crossed the river that we saw the golden spires and the gleam of the fortified walls rising from the river bank. For us the road had ended, it had ended here at Cordoba.

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17 thoughts on “The Road to Cordoba

  1. I third the beautiful pics. But…I loved the writing. Hold on a minute, I’ve gotta read it again. Yep, just as good the second time. Roads that slither like snakes. You Brits do know the English language! 🙂 Maybe even better than Americans, it seems. 😉

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    1. Thank you so much! What a massive compliment coming from you Tom who has such a poetic and great way with words. I always love your insightful comments and your quotes and so I am so chuffed that you liked the writing of this one 🙂 Abi xxx

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      1. Abi, you know that the next time I’m at one of Jay Gatsby’s soirees, I will have to tell him, “Jay, I am dead chuffed to have been invited.” Thanks for expanding this Yank’s vocabulary.

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    1. Thank you so much! I am so pleased that you liked the post, I tried to show you with pictures what it was really like because the beauty and the variation in the architecture was proving quite hard to describe. I am pleased that you are enjoying My Girls On Tour and I really really appreciate you doing so. All the best, Abi xxx

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    1. Thank you so much, I am so glad you enjoyed the pictures. I felt that they captured the whole atmosphere of the place quite well as it was proving hard to describe it due to the sheer variety of views and visual sights. I hope that this post has meant that you have been able to travel to Cordoba with me! I too have really liked your interesting post about Pushkar, it looks so beautiful and lush, very different to how I had imagined hot India to look like. I wouldn’t consider yourself too naive after all 😉 All the best and really thank you for your kind comment. Abi xxx

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