Cordoba

It was a really long drive and we can tell the van is getting tired of the long halls, especially when they are back to back. When we arrived in Cordoba we stopped at a McDonald's for a bite to eat, figure out where we wanted to park and see if they had internet. They didn’t have internet, so we left looking for a parking spot and ended up finding one alongside a road. The spot was pretty level, the tourist office was within 2 km and it seemed like a pretty safe place. The only downside of us choosing this particular spot, was that it was near a roundabout that led to a highway and it also led to the hospital. We heard sirens from about the time we parked until 2 -3 am and then they started up again at 6am. The traffic was on the same schedule it seemed. It was a rough night, but we were optimistic, as we would be heading to Fuengirola or near there to find a camping spot for the month. So around 10 am we headed into town. The address we had for the tourist office was a dud and we had to walk much further to an alternate address. There were so many stores trying to sell to tourists, it was rather ugly. The tourist kiosk was located in a large shopping square and the lady was rather unhelpful besides providing us with a town map. Our intention was to see if the tourist office could help us decide on a campsite based on the criteria Julie and I had come up with. We know that they make phone calls like this for a nominal fee and we both decided it would be worth it. However, we were told to try a local travel agency instead. Knowing we wanted to know where we were heading later that day, we stopped into 3 travel agencies before giving up. None of them spoke any English. So we made our way to the reason we came here, the Mezquita. This was pretty disappointing as it was around 18 euros to get in and was nothing more than a church. We did see some church treasures (this would be why the people have no money but the church does) before we left and made our way back to the van. We decided to try the tourist office in Malaga for campsite information since it was the first major city we would enter before heading towards a campsite.