It's almost a year now, but recalling our stint last Spring would almost always put me in better mood and revives my interest without question to just grab my travel gear and head out for another season of far away adventure.

The 12 cities of Spain and Portugal combined in a 9-day single-loop travel by road underscored the highs of my travel experience so far, and if I may add, this city impressed me.

There was something different about Cordoba. Was it the locals? The city itself? The fact of the matter is, it could be anything. Every little detail I encountered seemed to fuse with my travel-hyper consiousness. I know I'm more of a restless soul, but it surprised me that I give myself too much comfort of entertaining the idea of staying there for good.

After a day of long drive from Valencia to crossing the Strait of Gibraltar heading to Cueta, we finally arrived late at night here in the most comical and confusing way.

Seneca Hotel is a bed and breakfast coolest of the cool. You couldn't get more authentic once you see every corner of the room or at the very least, reminiscent of something I grew up with like the capiz-laden wood frame window or the thick cotton warm blanket on our bed.

Well, my friend Jonathan - that took over the wheel - Erma, his wife and my wife were all confident with our GPS device - one that brought us to a wonderful ascent up to Monserrat for example. It turned out and came out unreliable enough that we ended to a location where some sort of religious event was happening that evening, twice or thrice!

To be continued...