This morning, we took a high speed train with our tour group from Madrid to Córdoba. It was a journey that would have taken four or five hours by car, but took only two by this train. I thought we would feel the speed while sitting in the passenger car, but it just felt smooth. I think we ought to get a few of these things up and running in Texas. That would connect Dallas, Austin, Houston and San Antonio very nicely. Enough about the logistics of travel, though, I think now would be a good time to talk about ‘90s sitcoms and sandwiches.
There was a super-cute television show that was on in the ‘90s that told the story of a small airline operating out of Nantucket. The action of the show took place more often than not at the airport there. It was called Wings. Somehow, my family latched on to a thing that the charcters in the show said. Whenever they had a get together, someone would always want to order a really big sandwich. It’s was something like a party sub, all cut into individual pieces. I haven’t seen this show in ages, but my whole family adopted the sandwich name for any really big meal served on bread. Sometimes, we would buy a loaf of French bread and make a similar delicacy. The show (and subsuquently my family) called this The Córdoba.
You know when I saw that our tour would take us to the Spanish city of Córdoba, I needed to find a sandwich there. Sure, it was great to see the Mezquita. If I’m being honest, I am not 100 % sure what our tour guide today was saying the whole time, but from what I could understand, the building was constructed in stages by different groups of people over may centuries to serve as a place for religious services in more than one religion. It was strange and beautiful with Roman and Arabic pieces. The art was some parts Boroque, some Renaissance and some Gothic. Honestly, it was all a bit confusing.
We toured it and the surrounding city, but afterward, we were free to find lunch in Córdoba. We ordered something that came with bread and made sandwiches. We couldn’t manage to eat The Córdoba in Córdoba, but we tried to get close. Shoot for the moon; land in the stars, right?
After the whole Córdoba experience, we got back together with our group and took a bus to a fully operational olive oil farm. It was interesting, to be sure, but we didn’t feel the need to pack up gallons of the stuff to drag around until our flight home in a few weeks. We did learn a lot about how the oil is made and how to do a proper tasting, but honestly, I am just not picky enough to notice the difference.
After leaving the olive oil farm, we made our way to Seville. Certainly, we can find a barber shop here tomorrow and see if anyone in our group needs a haircut. This would be the place for it.
Ooh- I love your new look. Did you get a new hairstylist?
Why yes, I saw the barber of Seville!
What’s his name?
Figaro.
It would be a good story. Still, I think my hair is about the right length where it is, and Cas had his trimmed before we left Dallas.
But I digress. As usual. It’s late, and we have a rather full day tomorrow. We have some sightseeing to do and a traditional Flamenco show in the evening. Good night, everyone. Hasta Mañana.
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