On our way to Sevilla from Toledo, we stopped by at Córdoba, which I think was officially the hottest place on earth that day. I swear my feet were burning just walking around. On the way, we saw a Mora sign. That was about the only cool thing on the way, which was mostly boring highways. Oh, and a rock hit our windshield and cracked it a bit. The car was taking a beating!

The only thing we did in Córdoba was go to the Mezquita, which is an old mosque-turned-church type deal. Theresa says she read about the Mezquita’s arches in her art history class. Before we went in, we hung out in the Orange Grove courtyard inside the walls of the Mezquita, which the Fodor’s book said was a good place to “rest and reflect.” That was funny as hell because it was basically a dump with some orange trees.

One of the most interesting things about the Mezquita was the blend of Arabic and Christian architecture. For example, there was a cross hanging right below an arabic arch. The main feature of the Mezquita were the red and white striped arches. There were a bunch of enclaves with old, fading (and some restored) colored arches, and a cool stained glass window. The ceilings were also very elaborate.