Trip 1.0 to Southern Spain

After spending three weeks in Barcelona, I thought I had made it through all the culture shock and feelings of being lost that they warned us about in all those meetings back in the US.  However, there are still vast differences between Barcelona and the rest of Spain, and who knew that all we had to do was jump on a train for two hours to experience them. Granted, the train was going pretty fast, so we were probably traveling a little further that we had originally thought.  Still, I never anticipated one country could differ so much from itself.

Our first stop was Madrid, and while it was probably the least different from Barcelona, the difference was still clear.  Just the overall feel of the city when you walk outside is almost opposite to Barcelona.  It was colder, I saw more rain in one day than I have seen so far in Barcelona, and the architecture is astonishingly different.  The neoclassical, royal style of Madrid is unlike anything in Barcelona.

The next stop was Cordoba.  We were only there for a day, but after spending three weeks in Barcelona and four days in Madrid, I don’t think any of us were truly satisfied.  While the mesquita was one of the most beautiful and historically significant buildings I have ever seen, Cordoba remains insignificant in my mind.

After Cordoba came Granada, my favorite city of the trip. I’m not sure that I have ever heard of a place where you can eat an orange that you just picked off a local tree, while looking up at the massive snow-covered mountains that tower over the city.  In Granada were some of the most beautiful buildings and views I have ever seen. The Alhambra was unbelievable and I consider it one of the most astonishing things I have ever seen.

Sevilla was last.  Another beautiful city to see.  Anchored by the largest Gothic cathedral in the world, and home of some of the best food I have ever eaten, this city was probably the most different from Barcelona I had seen. The food is different.  Vast amounts of different tapas included bull’s tail, pig’s cheek, and so many others. Being that we were the furthest from Barcelona that we had been, this is where I noticed the biggest difference in dialect, which is saying something considering I don’t understand Spanish.

After seeing many beautiful sights, eating countless delicious meals and a five and a half hour train ride home, I was happy to be back in the city of Barcelona.