Cordoba

Mailyn, Elaiza and I walked around town.  Many tame but shy and skinny cats roamed the streets. 

Mailyn wanted to eat paella with ink of squid sauce and no shells. We found a place and I tried to explain in Spanish--they went to extra effort to serve but the shrimp was served with the shells intact-- shells still on shrimp. Mailyn sent it back. I had three glasses of vino tinto de la casa and was OK with it.

The next day, the girls took a city tour in what was once Europe’s greatest city and the center of Western Islam. The architecture is a mix of Islam, Christian and medieval Europe.

I remember when I would come here to attend the bullfights and to hear the stories of the great Matador de Toros, Manolete.
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Mailyn and I went out for tapas in the evening and walked across the bridge over the Guadalquiver.