Wednesday, August 23rd: Leaving Cordoba

Bedridden in Cordoba, this is all else we got to see: narrow but clean and charming streets. Like a Cadbury Egg, Islamic architecture is typically austere on the outside and rich on the inside. Walking down the streets we looked into beautiful interiors and glowing inner courtyards with water and vegetation.

The sickness began to subside and we started our 12-hour drive north to Barcelona through these narrow streets.

Less than half-way we finished listening to Dan Brown's, Angels & Demons (not nearly as good as The Davinci Code, though similar, and it has a cheesy ending). About the same time the sickness grew impatient and gripped down on me furiously. We hadn't had the chance to teach Angelina to drive a stick; I was stuck. We took drugs and McDonald's and made it to Barcelona late in the night...