Spring break in Austria consists of almost 3 weeks for University students.  We took not quite a week of that to visit Spain, working around field work for Bill and a visit to us from some French friends over the Easter holiday and scheduled meetings after that.  It took us quite a while to figure out where in Spain we wanted to go, but we finally settled on the south of Spain, Andalucía, drawn by reports of its natural beauty and intrigued with Semana Santa.  We toyed with the idea of spending our entire 6 days on a beautiful  Mediterranean beach but discarded that idea for the lure of history, art, tradition and birds.

 

 

Our route took us by air to Sevilla, then immediately to Córdoba by the AVE train, back to Seville where we rented a car and then down to the ‘blanco peublo’ of Gaucín, on to Gibraltar, and then back up to Sevilla for a few days before we returned home.

The abundance and/or particularity of birds we had hoped for didn’t materialize, mostly because the weather was somewhat uncooperative during our time in the natural areas.  Nevertheless, what we did see was a veritable feast for the eyes and the spirit.

We left Graz under cloak of darkness, but it wasn’t dark in the airport where one could purchase duty free items.  You would think with these warnings that there would be less smoking in Europe, but in fact Austria has one of the highest smoking populations of all the EU countries.

We arrived in Sevilla in a wave of heat and after collecting our bags, made our way to the bus stop to the Santa Justa train station.  This was probably the most uncomfortable part of the trip.  The bus was crowded with people and bags, no place to sit, no room to move and the bus driver just kept piling people on.  Fortunately, Santa Justa was the first stop.  We had a 2 hour wait in the train station so we passed the time snacking and window shopping in the various stores.

Entrance to the AVE (high speed) trains (and maybe all trains) is quite controlled.  Luggage passes through screening, and your passports and tickets are checked twice.  The nice thing about the AVE is that all seats are reserved, even in second class.

 

 

AVE is an acronym of Alta Velocidad Española (or literally high-speed trains) but is also a play on words for the Spanish word for bird, ave, which is the symbol of the train!

 

This was a case where maybe the 45 minutes between the two cities was too fast…hard to enjoy the scenery with everything zipping by at 300 km/h (186 mph).  Still we could see the beautiful orange orchards which morphed into olive orchards as we approached Córdoba and a quick glimpse of a castle on a hill outside the city.

 

 

On Google maps, it looked like our hotel in Córdoba was within walking distance of the Córdoba train station.  I had emailed the hotel before we left, asking for better directions, but never heard a word.   Eventually, we got on a city bus which dropped us ‘not too far’ from the old quarter of Córdoba where we were staying.  ‘Not too far’ is far different when it’s 85 degrees outside.  We finally arrived at our hotel, located in the historic heart of the city, on Plaza de Maimónides, near an early 14th century synagogue and La Mezquita – a home now to a Cathedral built in the middle of Islamic Mosque.   That juxtaposition says it all regarding Córdoba.  In the early middle ages it was one of the biggest and most vibrant cities in Europe and North Africa and a prime example of the ability of Jews, Muslims and Christians to live peacefully side by side.  First a Roman outpost (206 BC), it rose to splendor under the rule of Arabs from North Africa (711-1200). In the 10th and 11th centuries, Córdoba was one of the most advanced cities in the world as well as a great cultural, political, financial and economic center.   It declined as the caliphs became less competent and was captured by King Ferdinand III of Castile in 1296.

We first saw the Mezquita from the outside, in late afternoon, as we walked around the narrow streets of Córdoba, and then again in the moonlight after we emerged from our first Spanish tapas experience. (As is typical with Spain and Italy, things close up around 4 PM but then re-open around 6 or 7 PM for the rest of the evening.)

You can see the ancient walls of the mosque (begun in 784, open for prayer 785, completed, more or less, in 793), and behind it, part of the Córdoba Cathedral which was built in the middle of the mosque in 1523, taking some 200 years to complete. The shadow is from the mosque’s minaret, which was mostly consumed for the bell tower of the cathedral.  To be fair, Christians worshiped on this spot in the Church of St. Vincent prior to the Muslim takeover in the 700’s.  In fact, the Abd ar-Raham bought first one half and then the other half of the basilica to erect a mosque on the site.  He paid the Christians well for their property and allowed them to build new churches in other parts of Córdoba.

The old quarter of Córdoba, where we stayed, is full of narrow streets, where lovely courtyards surprise you around each turn.  You are mostly welcome to enter the courtyards to look; in fact there is a competition later in the month for the most beautiful one!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We also found stores and bodegas (wineries) displaying famous Serrano ham (the same ham sells for 200-300 Euros in the duty free shops!).

After walking through many streets, we finally settled on tapas in the courtyard of a small restaurant or taberna.  Never mind that we were the first people there – at 8 PM, we could wait no longer!  We were given the ‘best table in house’ by the fountain, we are certain, to encourage others to enter.  That they did.  We settled for the tapas of Córdoban gazpacho (Salmorejo), aubergines (eggplant) in honey, calamari, fish, oxtail, and desert all accompanied by half-bottles each of red and white wine and bubbly agua minerale.

Counter-clockwise from about 10 o’clock:  meat, meat, quiche, fried aubergines with honey, fish, anchovies, mussels, squid, lemon, manchego cheese, and in the middle Salmorejo and vegetable croquettes. So good!

Afterwards we strolled through the streets to our hotel.  The Mezquita was lovely in the moonlight.

 

Our first look into the Mezquita would need to wait until the morning.

One of the great pleasures in Spain is enjoying freshly squeezed juice from those luscious orange trees.  We ate our meal in a little cafe right across from La Mezquita.  Although the sign said “abren a las 7:30, the proprietor didn’t open until almost 8.  No matter, the food was delicious and the coffee, well, Turkish coffee.

The mosque/cathedral is open – and free –  from 8:30 – 10:00 for individuals only, so one is free to explore this wonder in relative silence.  I was wholly unprepared for what happened when we walked in.

 

Celtic spirituality speaks about thin places – those places in space or in time where the distance between what we call ‘heaven’ and the ‘normal’ human existence is diminished.  Thomas Merton believed, as do I, that the gates of heaven are present in each moment, only we don’t see them, so distracted or blind are we.

When we entered the Mezquita, that felt like one of those thin places.   Awe and wonder ascended as my tears descended.  It was completely overwhelming, in the best way. (Another surprise.)    Beauty, symmetry, spaciousness and a kind of  light surrounded us.  People moved quietly and respectfully, as they danced around one another.  The only sound, really, was the clicking of shutters and the softness of footfall.

 

The 856 columns (originally 1,013) supported a timbered roof and were mostly constructed of materials plundered/recycled from Roman ruins.  There are very few the same.  The newer part of the mosque has more uniform columns and less interesting architecture. The mosque was at its zenith 104 meters long.

So, into the middle and around the outer edges of this beautiful work of art from three separate architects, was inserted a cathedral.  King Carlos I gave permission (against the wishes of Córdoba’s city council) for the center of the Mezquita to be ripped out to allow construction of the Capilla Mayor (the altar area of the cathedral) and the coro (choir).  According to various accounts, the king regretted his decision and said, after visiting the results, “You have built what you or others might have built anywhere, but you have destroyed something that ws unique in the world.”  The marble and jasper rettable (behind the altar)(17th c) and the carved wood choir stalls from the 18th c. – albeit beuatiful and elegant- seem dark and heavy compared with the exquisite lightness of the mosque.

At this point, may I direct you to a wonderful piece of writing and speaking by my good friend and former neighbor, Gary Hawk.  Gary and his wife Joyce took a walking trip of Andalucía several years ago, and Gary preached a sermon in our church around Psalm 19 using this image as one expository point. You can find the sermon, which contains a great deal of history about the mosque/cathedral HERE. When you get to the page, select Gary W. Hawk as speaker and find the sermon “Between The Pulpit and the Bull”.

The cathedral also inserted a number of smaller chapels all around the outside edges of the mosque, as if to reinforce the supremacy of Christianity at that time.

A moment of beauty prevailed, though, when the priests began to chant from the choir prior to the beginning of the morning mass.

I closed my eyes and imagined also the Iman’s call to prayer, the Rabbi’s or Cantor’s chant of the Sh’ma.

“Life is this simple.  We are living in a world that is absolutely transparent and God is shining through it all the time. This is not just a fable or a nice story.  It is true.  If we abandon ourselves to God, and forget ourselves, we see it sometimes, and we see it maybe frequently.  The only thing is that we don’t see it.”  … “Here is an unspeakable secret: paradise is all around us and we do not understand.  It is wide open.  The sword is taken away…..” – Thomas Merton

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From Spain 2011

As preparations for Palm Sunday began in earnest, we were ushered out of the Mezquita to allow for paying groups to enter.

More wondrous sights awaited in Córdoba.

Thank you, as always, for reading.  Hasta mañana.