CÓRDOBA SULTANA

In Córdoba again. I’ve been here so many times now that the city is starting to seem more than familiar. Every time I come back it’s like visiting an old friend, a friend who shares memories past. The long journey here gives way to the streets and squares, festooned with orange trees, for whom the springtime is becoming evident. The white orange flowers are about to open to the world, bombarding the senses with their fragrant aroma. Life gives us so many wonderful gifts. I walk slowly as if by doing so somehow the passage of time itself will slow to my pace, to enjoy this place that little bit longer. But in the great order of things, my wishes are not to be obeyed by nature. Sigue leyendo