“…To Córdoba belongs all the beauty and ornaments that delight the eye or dazzle the sight.”
– Stanley Lane-Poole
Córdoba is like a compact country. It’s small yet has all the sights and glorious treasures one would hope to find. After an 8:15 breakfast, we left our hotel and walked to our last stop on our trip, La Catedral de Córdoba.
The Mosque–Cathedral of Córdoba, also known as the Great Mosque of Córdoba and the Mezquita, whose ecclesiastical name is the Cathedral of Our Lady of the Assumption, is the Catholic cathedral of the Diocese of Córdoba dedicated to the Assumption of the Virgin Mary. The structure is regarded as one of the most accomplished monuments of Moorish architecture.
The Mosque-Cathedral of Cordoba is the most important monument of all the Western Islamic world, and one of the most amazing in the world. The evolution of the “Omeya” style in Spain is resumed in the history of the Mosque of Cordoba.
The Great Mosque has two different areas: the courtyard or “arcade sahn”, where the “alminar” (minaret) is constructed (beneath the Renaissance tower) by Abd al-Rahman III, and the “haram” or praying hall. The interior space consists of a forest of columns and red and white arches giving a strong chromatic effect. The site is divided into 5 different areas, corresponding each one of them to the different expansions that have occurred on it.
Since the early 2000s, Spanish Muslims have lobbied the Roman Catholic Church to allow them to pray in the cathedral. This Muslim campaign has been rejected on multiple occasions, both by the church authorities in Spain and by the Vatican.
I took a few minutes to reverently sit in Capilla Sagrario, one of the many chapels, and soak in the history as well as have a quiet religious moment of my own. If it was one thing I intended to do, was use my religious privilege to all its advantage, especially when there were those who couldn’t even come to the mosque and offer up their prayers. I vowed not to take any religious edifice for granted, no matter how many we visited.
With our free time, we chose to explore what crevices we hadn’t seen the night before and acquire our last remnants of Andalucian helado and food. It was only a matter of time before we would be heading back to campus, and as much as people had worn on my LAST NERVES, I was somewhat sad to have to leave Andalucia behind.
Not an experience I would soon forget.