12th of July
Carmen wants to take the moped to show me around the city so she calls her father for a second helmet.
When he arrives we go downstairs to get the moped but there we realise that now the battery is missing too.
So even with the second helmet we can’t go.
Instead Carmens dad takes us with him in the car and joins us on our walk through the city.
There we see the mosque which is really impressive and the nice little streets of Cordoba.
We go home to eat and get changed for the Andalusian horse show which I really wanted to see.
Unfortunately it is a really bad one.
After the show Carmen and I want to meet some of her friends who are having a bbq.
Carmens mum takes us with her and drops us off about 10 minutes away from the place we are supposed to go to. Thanks to Carmens orientation we arrived there an hour later. Haha.
As Carmen is more or less the only one out of her friends that speaks English I’m not too excited about meeting a bunch of people I can’t talk to. But it turns out to be quite nice as one of the girls there grew up in Germany and two or three others speak English. The rest just talks Spanish to me and surprisingly I understand most of what they are trying to tell me.
At 4.30am I finally get Carmen to leave and we make our way back home and to bed.

13th of July
We have a very lazy sunday and spend most of the day at home.
In the late afternoon we go for a walk, then meet Carmens mother, father, sister and brother for dinner and ice cream.
I’m very exhausted from not doing anything and fall asleep before Carmen even turns out the light.

14th of July
Against everyones warnings about the heat (approx. 40°C) in Cordoba we wake up with thunder and lightning. Carmens only words during the first half an hour are „I can’t believe it“.
According to her she has never seen rain in July before.
When the rain stops we go shopping and then for lunch to a chinese restaurant where we pour sugar in the soya sauce because they were so unfriendly.
After that we have to go back home, get my stuff and leave to the train station.
It’s another goodbye….

At 9.15pm I arrive in Madrid.
Marta. despite the bad Spanish reputation. is on time and already waiting for me with one of her friends. Alex.
We take the train to Mostoles which is about 30 minutes away from Madrid city. We drop off our stuff at her parents place and go out for dinner and then for a drink.
After that we head back home and to bed.