The moment I stepped into my Airbnb in Cordoba, I felt an instant pang of regret. Not because I was catfished by the listing pictures or because there was a furry uninvited guest scurrying in my bed. I felt regret that whispered “damn, I’m gonna have to leave this place someday😢”.
Beautiful. This reminds me of the few days I spent in Tarifa. It’s a small port city in the south of Spain. I can still hear the water splashing across the rocky divide and smell the fresh fruit outside of my airbnb.
Enjoyed this essay to bits. You’re so funny and yet deep, visual, and engaging. I’m so rooting for a whole travelogue book by you hitting the shelves soon.
I love Cordoba too (and Salmarejo lol) and for many of the same reasons. But that outdoor shower piece was really so artistically conveyed.
And I couldn’t end this without gushing about your turn of phrase. I’ll never forget the idea of Salmarejo being a soup that has a body and then a posture too boot. Or the way we might sometimes stretch enough to tick off a to do list but not enough to really stretch haha!
Cordoba is lovely but can get very very hot. It was 38 degrees when I visited a couple of years ago and I experienced time dilation for real 😂
I've been reading your Substack for a few weeks now and I so badly want a sabbatical :) i like that i can travel to all this places through you.
Also, the Salmarejo looks oddly like beans puree for moin moin ... 😅