I originally planned to go all the way back to Madrid from Seville, but I still had a night up my sleeve so I decided to make a stop in Cordoba, as my friend Carly - who I met through one of my housemates in London - lives there, and I also wanted to see the grand mosque - an incredible structure which is a remainder of when the city was under Islam rule 1000 odd years ago. It was so hot outside, but inside the Mosque it was so cool and dark, and the whole place had a mystical feel about it. It was really busy though - as there was a flower festival in town for the weekend so there were lots of tourists out and about - but I imagine that it would be even more amazing during a quieter time. Carly showed me around town a bit and we had dinner at a really good Argentinian restaurant. The next day I would have loved to check out one of the Moorish style tea rooms - also a legacy from the Arabic days - but the first one didn’t open until 11 in the morning (which in Spain means that it will probably actually open any time between 11.30 and 12) and my train back to Madrid was just after midday. Maybe next time. Brett, Sam and Kay (who I was travelling with up until Seville) had come to Cordoba later the night before as they wanted to stay in Seville to see the Sunday evening bull fight, so I caught up with them for a quick breakfast and to say bye, then I was off to Madrid, the last stop on my Spain trip.