In the 10 years Rhett and I have been together, our honeymoon was our first big international getaway. Albeit, we had experience travelling to the likes of Fiji and Cambodia (our furthest country being a mere 9 hours north of Australia) but we lacked the necessary know-how when it came to planning a 3 week rendezvous around the Iberian Peninsula. So yes, this newlywed couple fell into the too common trap of trying to see everything and by consequence, actually seeing very little. And Córdoba, being the last destination on our Spanish itinerary, was allotted a mere 2 nights (which actually equated to 1 full day) to explore the entire city. And it goes without saying that 1 full day was absolutely not enough.
Ignoring the complete inadequacies that came with our very short visit, I found Córdoba to be quite lovely in all her understated beauty. At first glance, Rhett and I felt a bit ‘meh’ with the city’s cream-washed exterior, grey sky, brown river and quiet streets – making Seville and Granada appear ‘circus-y’ in comparison – but what we quickly discovered was a wealth of history and hidden interiors that were old and intricate and beautiful. Notably the Mezquita and Great Mosque of Córdoba were without-question must-visit destinations.
Rhett and I spent 2 nights at the Soho Boutique Capuchinos Hotel which was situated within the Historic Centre of Córdoba, a straight-forward 10-minute walk to the Great Mosque. For €190 for both nights, I was pretty happy with our hotel room and amenities, save for the temperamental and at times, non-existent WiFi connection. Nevertheless, I would recommend this hotel in a heartbeat to anybody looking for a tidy and convenient place to stay.
And lastly, a quick public service announcement. To anybody looking to visit the Mezquita, regardless of season or weather or time of day, I strongly encourage that you take the time to pre-book tickets and arrive 15 minutes prior to the Mezquitas opening hours (at a very minimum). Because Rhett and I found the Mezquita to be very, very, stupidly busy; the outdoor courtyards, despite being the dead of winter, were swarming with bodies and the queues were outrageous and at times, painfully long. But once Rhett and I were finally permitted entry into the Mezquita and were awarded a few quiet moments to appreciate the hundreds of curved archways, monstrous timber ceilings and impressively intricate engravings, warring with the crowds felt 100% worth it. Sort of. Well, for me at least … you’ll have to ask Rhett what his thoughts were on the whole ‘ordeal’.