
Why on earth is this random, dead tree worth taking a picture of...?

A love-story of course! "The story goes that this Cyprus of the Sultan was a testimony of the love of an Abencerraje horseman, and the wife of Sultan Boabdil." Apparently, the two met in this garden under the tree. It is difficult to find out the precise story, or if this translation is correct. The Abencerraje was a tribe of people including Boabdil's mother, who was the 1st wife of Boabdil's father. After her, the father had a new wife and wanted to wipe out the Abencerrajes so that Boabdil, from his first marriage, could not become the new ruler, so he killed 3o-something tribe-members, but eventually Boabdil still became one of the last rulers of la Alhambra. I don't know where the love story fits in...somewhere after this whole massacre thing, I'm sure...but it's still a love story...I think.

The next neat thing about Generalife is the waterfall stairs. Water flows from the top of the stairs along the railings. It also runs underneath the walkway to the center of each rest circle on the staircase. That is some pretty amazing plumbing for you!

This is the last shot of Generalife...I really like the way the geometries step back from each other. They are not expressive or intricate through curves and strange angles, but instead through the layering of simple geometries, they create a complex whole.

When the Alcazaba was a town, this entire space was for the homes of the citizens! It is amazing that an entire city consisted of so few people. Although it may be misconstrued how many people actually lived in these homes since people lived with much less then than most US citizens do today, especially regarding the size of rooms. The way that this part was retored was really interesting, to me because it gave a good idea of the way houses were layed out and how people adapted to the space they had. I would have liked to be able to walk inside the walls that are blocked off to get a better idea of the way those spaces would feel, but it was really cool just the same.
After visiting the Alcazaba and the Coliseum-like building next to the Palacio (which really just doesn't belong!), we headed through the gardens toward El Generalife. Above is yet another example of the time and effort put into the design here. I believe these gardens were put in more recently, though I am not sure if they are to replace a previous garden or if the land was originally used as farmland or for another purpose altogether.
The water, the "tree-bushes," my Aldana boys, the sun that finally came out...it was an awesome afternoon.
Bob was super-enthralled by the tree-bushes..."Ohmygod...It's like a carpet!"

A few rooms later, after crossing from the early public spaces into the transition courtyard, we find ourselves in a more private space called the Ambassador's courtyard and Ambassador's chamber. This is where I spent the majority of my time sketching. The above window is just one of about 8 in the Ambassador's chamber of the palace. You can see it in the sketch below.
This is probably one of the two most well-known views of La Alhambra in the Ambassador's Courtyard. Water is a huge part of Islamic architecture. I sat underneath the arcade on the other end of the pool to sketch the facade above me in the picture because it was raining for most of the morning and I was tired from standing for those 2 hours! It was strange to have people walking by and looking at me like a real artist. I remember being so in awe of people drawing when I was younger, and today that was me...weird. I even had an Arab family come over to me and ask to take their picture with me! It was pretty funny, really. Everyone joked later that it was not because of my sketches, but probably because I'm blonde-haha.
This is a shot taken after passing through el Patio de los Leones, back toward it. The sun had just come out when I walked through the court and it seemed like a perfect moment and a perfect way to show the uniqueness of every square inch of this place...it's like fingerprints: no two are the same.
After walking through the private sections of the palace, I came to the gardens (I'm not sure if these were private or public). This is near the end of my walk through Palacio Nazaries, but once again shows the way that water and the movement and longevity represent our path in life and whatnot...it's quite moving.

All of the streets and alleyways were like this one; old, narrow, made of stones that could either be a nice massage or a "pain in the foot."








We FINALLY found the only food place open in this spanish city...A Chinese restaurant-imagine that. Afterwards, we took our time walking back, and were sidetracked by the only bright light we saw on the walk, which happened to belong to this plaza and old church.
This plaza is to the left of the church from the previous picture. Ben and Felipe are admiring the construction...or are they plotting to break in? We'll never know! The plaza was pretty cool especially at night with the shadows of the arcade from the street lights.
One of the few buildings with any light was La Mezquita, itself! This picture was taken after the group split up before the bridge over the Guadalquivir River. Bob, Felipe, Ben, Billy, Rob, Vic, Sean, and I headed to "the other side" to see what we could find. Cordoba must have SOMETHING to do at this time on a Monday night!
Indeed it does...MORE PLAYGROUNDS! We really are drawn to them in some mysterious way! Billy commandeers the ship through sand dunes and Rob maintains that HE is "King of the World."
We found a big block, which pretty much had no purpose until we came along and made it a pedestal for this fabulous photo. Then we left the playground and made way for the wet, unlit path along the Guadalquivir.
While we really wanted to cross the bridge that was under construction, we managed to keep ourselves under control and NOT to fight the guard. As we continued on our way, I did a double take..."Guys?! What the hell is a BLOBJECT?" Clearly, no one knew...we still haven't figured it out..."Give me your best 'I'm a Blobject' impression!"









