One Man’s Ceiling: Kiss His Ring

We took another day trip to Córdoba (click here for a little about our last visit). It’s only 49 minutes from Málaga on the high-speed train. We weren’t in any rush, so we took the slow train, which takes 65 minutes. The temperature hovered around 9C/48F, which isn’t too bad — if you’re from South Dakota, anywhere in Canada or Norway, or even Indiana.

For us, it was downright frigid. But, it was worth it to visit in January, the quietest month in Córdoba. Except for a couple of small tour groups, we had the entire Mezquita/Cathedral almost entirely to ourselves. (Click any image to fill the screen with beauty.)

CASTLE OF ALMODÓVAR, FROM THE TRAIN WINDOW AS WE SPED BY.
27KM/17 MILES SOUTHWEST OF CÓRDOBA.

Our cab driver from the train station to the Mezquita was charming, once I initiated some conversation. He told us all the places he’d like to visit in the United States, before moving on to the subject of Córdoba, “the best city in Spain.” Then he shared a bit of history as we entered the old city.

The driver mentioned San Fernando a few times, commenting on his importance to the city. So, I shared with him the fact that the man sitting next to him at that very moment, San Geraldo, was the 22-greats-grandson of San Fernando. It took him a moment to grasp what I was saying. When he did, however, he looked at me and asked, “¿¡¿Es verdad?!?” (Is it true?!?)

“Yes,” I replied.

“Mamma Mía!” he shrieked as he pulled to a stop beside the Mezquita.

San Geraldo held up his hand and I said, jokingly, “You may kiss his ring.”

The driver grabbed San Geraldo’s hand in both of his and kissed his ring.

I told him San Geraldo was descended from many kings, but there would be no need to kiss my ring. “All my grandfathers were peasants.” “Mine, too,” he laughed.

(San Fernando’s grandson said “adios” while I paid the fare.)

THE BELL TOWER OF THE MEZQUITA/CATHEDRAL.
JUDYSHANNONSTREETWHAT AFRAID TO STEP ON THE FLOOR.
THE FLOOR IS A CEILING OVER MORE ANCIENT WORK.

While we’re on the subject of ceilings…

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

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