I have arrived at my apartment in Cordoba. It is lovely. I will write an entire post about it later; there is a lot to say. But to begin, it occupies three sides of the upper part of this old old building, essentially one room on each side.
The taxi ride here was a series of turns down impressively skinny streets. When the taxi stopped I wasn’t certain if this was correct because I could not find any street marker. My Kate Travel Anxiety kicked in and I walked the block and a half to the Plaza. Yes, this was the right street. So back to the apartment. But not before someone stopped and asked me (in Spanish) if I was German.
I still have no access to the server here (my landlady tried and then asked if later was all right). So this will be posted later. It is about 7:30 pm here, and still the world is an oven. I napped during the hottest part of the day and then went to the market for essentials. I still need bread, but I have all other requisite foodstuffs. Shopping is always a challenge for me but a reminder of a time that I provisioned for the boat. Today’s challenge: tea. Oh well, I’ll go out for a cafe con leche in the morning, and it seems clear that I am destined to be a morning person here. I also bought paper towel instead of bathroom tissues. You would think that I would have looked past the cylindrical shape, but no. Guess I’m back to the market later.
The plaza is a hopping place, so I’ll be back there frequently I am certain.
So now I will go and eat something light and figure out which windows to open to catch a breeze. Or maybe I should just be a tourist and turn on the A/C.