Córdoba, day three: Zen and the Art of Lurgy Maintenance
The Spanish equivalent of Fervex is Pharmagrip.
Today was unapologetically lazy, as befits someone suffering so badly from an affliction.
My lessons were spaced throughout a busy day in such a way that actual tourism – combined with my feeble state – was impossible, although I did manage to venture out at lunchtime for some medicinal tabbouleh and some more fruit juice in the Mercado. As I was still feeling quite poorly, I took the opportunity to confine myself to bed and turn up the air-conditioning to tropical levels, emerging only from my self-imposed sanitarium to forage for food or lie languid, having a crisis.
Lunch was a triumph, once I'd mustered the energy to eat it.
Yesterday, I tackled full plate of hummus – a challenging eat – but today I opted for a small plate of mixed starters. What arrived was a dinky plate of perfectly-sized helpings of hummus, baba ganoush, jiar laban, stuffed vine leaves, and a pita bread. All for 8.90€, which I thought exceptional value.
On my way back from lunch, I popped into a pharmacy and discovered that the Spanish equivalent of Fervex is Pharmagrip. Fervex comes in yellow or red, while Pharmagrip comes in orange, which is clearly the colour and the flavour of health. Based on the pharmacist's evangelical enthusiasm, I fully expect to be cured by morning.
In the evening, after another curative snooze, I had a little wander round and found a different kebab shop, where I drowned a plate of falafel with harissa and garlic sauce.
For extra health.
