So I lost count, and I’m skipping around, but really, what does that matter? On Sunday, Irene and I packed up and headed out early (for us, that is around 9:30 am) for Cordoba, in southern Spain.

400 KM, 1 billion olive trees, one beautiful plain (La Mancha), and we arrived in Cordoba, only to drive around for 45 minutes looking for a parking spot. Couldn’t figure out why it was so busy on a Sunday, until we decided to follow a group of people, and stumbled upon a medieval festival right in the center of town.

But only after we visited the cathedral, which was built into an amazing mosque (built in the 8th century). Fortunately, the Christians didn’t destroy the mosque, because it’s beautiful. Wiki this place – the history is just as beautiful as the mosque and cathedral itself.

After fighting the crowds we settled down to a lovely dinner (tapas) with Irene’s friend, then continued walking around until late in the night. Not sure how many miles I logged, but we walked for about 7 hours. My fight may have been tired, but my face was equally tired – from grinning like a fool. This place is a photographer’s paradise!