Gardens of Cordoba

What do you bring me?

Joy and Light! colors galore before my very eyes!

There's nothing more rejuvenating than to stand in a middle of a lush garden. 

I'm a sucker for old trees, overgrown shrubbery, and flowers with entangled vines along walls or dangling over their pots. I don't need a lot of pruning. I love Mediterranean gardens; the ones that let the foliage grow wild and free.  Someday I'll own a modest, little plot of Earth and plant herbs, flowers, a lemon and an olive tree. For now, I just take in what I can get from the majestic country of Spain. And who would have thought that a little village called Cordoba would draw visitors from all over the world to discover its flower show, every year in May?

Unfortunately, we didn't make it to the flower show.  But we discovered something even better. By mere chance, we got a sneak peak of one of the closed and private courtyards.  A local employee, who is responsible for maintaining this old, 13-room house, allowed us inside for a quick tour.  Carlos, his name, ended up having a long hour-something chat with Marcio as I took pictures. 

It was indeed worth it despite the sluggish, hot walk to get there.  We arrived by coincidence when Carlos returned from his siesta. We didn't even know the guy. We were lucky that he let us inside. Spontaneity done right or serendipitous, you could say!

A moment of peace. A family of 13 used to live here during the turn of the 20th/19th century. They'd share the watering well in the center. 

A moment of peace. A family of 13 used to live here during the turn of the 20th/19th century. They'd share the watering well in the center. 

The villagers of Cordoba are clever. In the Andalusia region of Spain, the sun gets excruciatingly hot during the summers. What better way to cool down than to surround yourself with plants and shade around the house?

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A sanctuary filled with life, I truly appreciated this place. 

 

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