Spain - January - February 1949
The following day we left Spain for about a week to tour Morocco and Gibraltar. [Click on: Countries - Morocco]. We spent the first night back on Spanish soil in a lovely, modern hotel in Costa del Sol. Being the off season, we were among the few people there and were able to stroll the beach without the crowds that are there in the summer. With all the high-rise hotels and apartments I'm sure the crowds during the summer would be uncomfortable for me, as I prefer my solitude.
On to Granada and another five star hotel where we checked in about 1:30 p.m. and then went out to tour the Alhambra before dinner. Let me quote from the Globus tour brochure:
"ALHAMBRA. The mighty yet graceful citadel was planned by the 13th century Moorish ruler Al Ahamar. A fantasy of 'lace in stone', surrounded by arabesque gardens and fountains, it affords superb views of the Old Quarter and Sacromonte, a mountain occupied by gipsy cave-dwellers. Also amble through the exotic WATER GARDENS OF THE GENERALIFE, the royal summer residence."
I just couldn't say it better myself, and yet there are no words to convey the beauty, the serenity, the ambiance. I could not help but wonder how it was when it was occupied. Was it as peaceful? Were the residents happy? Did they appreciate their home? Did they have large families, many guests, many servants? Was it lonely?
Later that evening we (our tour group) were the only people in our hotel dining room. Not only was it strange, it was down right spooky. While we were there I didn't notice any other guests and by the time we left, I was convinced we were the only people in the hotel. Well, that's the off-season, for you.
Back on the bus the next morning, it was my turn to be in the front seat and was happy to be there, as we were driving from Granada to Cordoba and I had my camera ready for pictures of the olive and orange orchards and several picturesque little towns along the way with their castle or fort on the top of their local hill.
.Once upon a time the Spanish city of Cordoba was the largest city in the world. Well, that's what they said. But I know this for sure: Cordoba, and especially the fabulous Mezquita Catedral de Cordoba (Mosque Cathedral of Cordoba) is worth it to go out of your way to see it. But, I would advise, if you can take the time, visit it at your leisure so that you can REALLY explore all it's nooks and crannies.
First, however, let me quote directly from the book: "Cordoba lies in the wide Guadalquivir valley formed between mountains of the Primary and Tertiary era, or Alpine movement.
"A settlement in prehistoric times chosen for its privileged geographical situation, the town was founded by the Roman praetor Marcus, Claudius Marcelus in 169 BC. as a patrician colony, later to become capital of the Roman province of Betica.
"Once the Roman unity was broken, Cordoba lived under Visigoth rule, continuing the decadent Roman system for the three centuries since it had been so powerfully absorbed.
"In 711 the Hispanic world changed. Visigoth disruption justified the Muslim invasion from North Africa, integrating the Iberian Peninsular in the Islamic world as Al Andalus, an emirate, subject to Damascus, with Cordaba as capital from 716.
"Abd ar Rahman, "the emigrant", a prince from the fallen Omeyad dynasty, supplanted by the Abbasies, proclaimed in 756 the independence of Western Islam, reigning as Abd ar Rahman I. Of intelligent and energetic character he made Muslim Spain a strong and organized state.
"A royal court or "jassa", began to develop in the appointed capital, Cordoba. As it grew it became necessary to build an "Aljama" (main) Mosque.
"Construction started in 785 on a small promontory over the Guadalquivir, on a site already sacred in other religions. Occupied by a Visigoth hermitage to St. Vincent, used by Muslims as a Mosque, and according to local scholars, a Roman temple, where since the 2nd. year BC. the Gods were invoked for victory. This theory is based on the discovery of two columns with an inscription of Janus Agustus; now exposed in the "Patio de los Naranjos", (Orange Tree Court).
"The building of all mosques begins with the "Kibla" wall facing Mecca, Mohommed's birthplace in 569, pilgrim center on the Red Sea.
"Mosque and Aljama are words of Arabic origin ; the first indicating a place of worship, the second, meeting or assembly."
The rain that followed us that morning did not diminish the splendor of the mosque nor our appreciation of what the architects had accomplished in this endeavor. The pride of the local tour guide was certainly well founded.
During the walking tour of the old quarter the rain eased up and we only had to contend with wet and slippery streets. At one point our guide proudly reported that we were in the Old Jewish Quarter. Someone asked if there were any Jews living there now and he replied ":no" ...of course, not since the inquisition when the Jews in Spain were given three options: convert to Christianity, leave the country or die. But we were too polite to mention that little fact. Regardless, I liked this city and the tour guides were very nice and knew their business.
We left lovely little Cordaba for Toledo and Madrid. There were snow showers as we passed through the Morano Mountains. We stopped at a charming little village, Puerto la Pice, for lunch. As the story goes, Don Quixote was dubbed "knight" here by the inn keeper. The inn itself and bar were something right out of a Spanish movie set. The kegs of wine, the old wooden tables and chairs, the inn keeper himself. Talk about ambiance! They even had a court yard with a metal statue of Don Quixote.
Later we passed some windmills and people commented that they must have been the windmills that the honorable Don had battled so long ago.
We stopped in Toledo and I got the thrill of a life-time when we visited a Damascene steel workshop and store.. While all the other women headed right to the jewelry counters, I made a bee-line for the swords. They were beautiful, exquisite and when the sales clerk brought one out for me to handle, although it was heavy, I must say how well balanced it was. Every molecule in my entire body was excited and thrilled to just hold the hilt in my hand and maneuver the blade. Very strange. Undoubtedly, I must have been a swordsman in a previous life.
It is said that this ancient Castilian capital, Toledo, attracts more sightseers from all over the world than any other Spanish town. Granted it is situated on a granite hill, surrounded on two sides by the Tagus River. and makes for a beautiful and unique picture. Our walking tour of the city included the Moorish bridge, an early synagogue, the 13th-century Gothic Cathedral and the church of Santo Tome with one of El Greco's famous paintings.
And, finally, our last stop was Madrid, the capital of Spain since 1561. It is a modern city, as one might expect. We did a morning tour, both by bus and some walking. We saw the Puerta del Sol, Plaza Espana with its monument to Cervantes, the Parliament, Cibeles Fountain, Calle Alcala and Paseo de Castellana. The highlight was a visit to the palatial Prado Museum with its priceless art treasures. The picture accompanying this paragraph is El Retiro Park, originally the grounds of a royal retreat.
The Spanish lady sang
THINK GLOBALLY - ACT LOCALLY - PRAY FOR WORLD PEACE