3 Días en Córdoba: Sunday

Sunday morning began with breakfast at El Olivo. Orange juice and tostada again, this time with jelly.
(PS–look at Friday & Saturday too, Saturday has the best photos by far)

Next, we went to the Museo de la Inquisición, which was essentially a torture museum with rusty metal artifacts that were once used in all sorts of gruesome ways. 

Probably a little too happy for someone in the stocks...

We also wandered the town some more, then ate lunch in another Spanish cafe. After lunch, we went to a sandwich place Kristi ate at when she was in Córdoba two years ago, ordered sandwiches to go, and then went to pick up our backpacks from the hostel so we could get on the train back to Madrid.

Kristi's name in Aarabic

Puente Romano again

 Lamps in a souvenir shop

On the Renfe train

And this exists at the train station in Madrid… there's an accompanying one with its eyes closed too

Train station in Madrid

I finally arrived home when it was almost midnight, and realized I did not have my keys anywhere accessible. Turns out they were in my makeup bag, I just didn't know it at the time. Luckily, the Spanish keep very different hours than those of the US, so María was still up when I rang the doorbell!

And then I uploaded and sorted through 400 photos of this city and went to bed at an obnoxiously late hour. Oops.