Cordoba, or as I now like to call it, the land of unfulfilled promises. We all promised Spencer that we would wake up at half 7 for a trek up a mountain, most of us failed to do so. I promised Spencer I would wake up and teach english to the dean of Cordoba university, I failed to do so. I promised Tricky that horses are safe and that he wouldn't fall off... well, I´ll get to that later. This story starts, like most good stories, at the beginning. Touchdown in Cordoba was just like in any other major city you may come across, except for the group of bus workers jamming outside the station on their break. A short walk later and we reach our hostel, a vibrant but welcoming place called che salguero. Upon
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