Just got back from my Fall break...
5 days + Spain = awesome
So I just got back yesterday from Spain with 30 other people from my program. It was amazing. Friday I hopped a plane to go down to southern Spain. The trip started very badly, when I got my bag, it was ripped entirely down one side. Luckily, and despite the gaping hole, nothing was lost. From Seville we took a bus up to Cordoba for the night. The hostel smelled like ass but it was in a nice section of town. As a group we went to the Hammam, which turned out to be a Turkish-style bath house that our tour guide rented out for us. In addition to access to three bathing rooms (one for hot water (about 100F), medium (figure bath heat), and cold (about as cold as water off the Oregon coast = 42F) for 90 minutes, we each also got a massage. My massuse was a very attractive young spanish woman who didn’t speak any english but knew the skills to beat any stress out of my body for 30 minutes.
That night and next day I taught myself how to sow using a kit and rapaired the hole in my bag.
That was the start of the trip, but it just got better. The mosque/cathedral in Cordoba was as beautiful as it was architecturally interesting (both classical gothic and moorish interor). Next we went to Granada, a beautiful city with a royal palace called Akhbar with carvings from the 17th century that are truly amazing.
Perhaps the most impressive city was Seville. It has the third largest cathedral in the world, dripping with gold leaf (wrested from Latin Americans through conquest and genocide, but you try not to think about that). The palace was pleasing to the eye also, as was the traditional Fleminco « spectacular ».
The last night I got drunk with our chaperone and ran through Seville wearing his army beret yelling « Vive la France » and taking pictures of random Spanish people who were walking around, on scooters, etc.
Oh, and Tapas, excellent.
So I just got back yesterday from Spain with 30 other people from my program. It was amazing. Friday I hopped a plane to go down to southern Spain. The trip started very badly, when I got my bag, it was ripped entirely down one side. Luckily, and despite the gaping hole, nothing was lost. From Seville we took a bus up to Cordoba for the night. The hostel smelled like ass but it was in a nice section of town. As a group we went to the Hammam, which turned out to be a Turkish-style bath house that our tour guide rented out for us. In addition to access to three bathing rooms (one for hot water (about 100F), medium (figure bath heat), and cold (about as cold as water off the Oregon coast = 42F) for 90 minutes, we each also got a massage. My massuse was a very attractive young spanish woman who didn’t speak any english but knew the skills to beat any stress out of my body for 30 minutes.
That night and next day I taught myself how to sow using a kit and rapaired the hole in my bag.
That was the start of the trip, but it just got better. The mosque/cathedral in Cordoba was as beautiful as it was architecturally interesting (both classical gothic and moorish interor). Next we went to Granada, a beautiful city with a royal palace called Akhbar with carvings from the 17th century that are truly amazing.
Perhaps the most impressive city was Seville. It has the third largest cathedral in the world, dripping with gold leaf (wrested from Latin Americans through conquest and genocide, but you try not to think about that). The palace was pleasing to the eye also, as was the traditional Fleminco « spectacular ».
The last night I got drunk with our chaperone and ran through Seville wearing his army beret yelling « Vive la France » and taking pictures of random Spanish people who were walking around, on scooters, etc.
Oh, and Tapas, excellent.