Day 9 - Cordoba

I awoke the next day feeling un-flu-like but very cold-like. I toughed it out though to see the beautiful gardens of the Alcazar palace. It was worth it, even if it was sweltering hot and I sounded like a hoarse man. There is not much else to be said for this day other than we got on another train and headed to Barcelona. We had hoped that getting into the Barcelona train station at midnight, we could just chill there all night and not have to get another night at a hostel because we had to cancel our plans to be in Sevilla that night. When we found out that we were going to get kicked out at 1, we rushed to find a hotel and the closest we found was a pretty swanky place off of the station. We were not used to places with lobbies. Lobbies with chandeliers, nonetheless. The place was pretty nice but it had this really gross, weird, almost pornographic painting in our room right over the bed. If you want to see a picture let me know. So we got a pretty decent night sleep on that night.