#Province of Córdoba

[unteriors]

Calle Alta, Rute, Córdoba, Andalusia.

[manessha545]

Villa General Belgrano, Argentina: Villa General Belgrano is a mountain village in the valley of Calamuchita in the Province of Córdoba in central Argentina. As of 2010 it had 8,257 inhabitants. The settlement is named after Manuel Belgrano, the Argentine independence hero and designer of the Argentine flag. Wikipedia

[city-flag-tournament]

✯ Round 2 ✯ Match 30 ✯

The current flag of Río Tercero, Córdoba Province, Argentina

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None

vs.

The current flag of Loksa, Harju County, Estonia

Propaganda:

None

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[fcaruana]

hii who is alex pelao? is he another argentinian athlete or like an influencer...?

he's a tiktoker, he blew up in the last couple years with his comedy videos! i have no clue how williams even found out about him jsksj it's so random but funny

[rateeveryflag]

Córdoba Province

Good

[imaxyxia2]

[vioredynamite]

I'm going to ask people to stop spreading the idea that all black people disappeared from Argentina because "we killed them all". Is Argentina racist? Of course it is. But leaving aside the African and Afro-descendant population of recent migrations (20th century), the problem with the Afro-descendant population in Argentina is that it's still incredibly invisibilized, especially the one with roots going back to colonial times.

1) Any Argentine will have heard of the "crisol de razas", ("melting pot"), the metaphor linked to the supposed "homogeneous" integration of the entire foreign population that arrived in the country during the era of the great waves of immigration (1890-1920). This concept, in addition to establishing a false equivalence between "nationality" and "race", always left out the Afro-descendant and indigenous population, not because they didn't exist but because there was a need to create the myth of a "white Argentina".

2) There are other sources of invisibilization:

a) At the end of the 18th century, the Spanish monarchy approved a Real cédula called "gracias al sacar" which established "monetary compensation" (a payment, so to speak) so that freed black people could acquire the status of "white" and thus access some of the privileges and benefits that this position entailed (it's important to note that in colonial times, at least here, "white", "black" or "indian" were legal categories rather than racial).

b) During most of the 20th century, the DNI (Documento Nacional de Identidad, "National Identity Card") included a description of the physical traits of individuals, one of which was skin color. One such color was "trigueño", a category difficult to describe accurately because it was used very broadly to describe people who were "brown" or "morenos", neither black nor white. As Miriam Gomes (activist and literature professor) mentions (in Spanish), many black people were pigeonholed in this category (in Spanish, see min. 21:40), which contributed to their invisibilization. Imagine that this category was so broad that even my own paternal grandmother, who has Mapuche (but not black) ancestry, was also labeled as "trigueña".

3) According to the 2022 Census, the population that recognizes itself as Afro-descendant or has black or African ancestors totals 302,936 people in the national territory. This population group constitutes 0.7% of the total number of people living in private homes, while in the 2010 Census it represented 0.4%. [[I must remember that we should take into account the possibility that for whatever reason there are people who don't know or don't identify themselves as Afro-descendants even though they are]]. The third graph of the linked document shows that most of the Afro-descendant population in Argentina is located in those provinces/jurisdictions that concentrated the black population (either enslaved or free) during the colonial period (i.e. Buenos Aires, Cordoba, Santa Fe and the Ciudad Autónoma de Buenos Aires). Unfortunately, this graph doesn't provide information on the migratory origin of this population, but according to the data I risk establishing a certain continuity with the colonial period.

4) I will strongly urge you to follow Afro-Argentine activists and people who write about their history to get any doubts you may have out of your mind: I recommend Miriam Gomes, Sandra Chagas, Piba afroqom (@ pibaafroqom on Instagram), Mesa Afro Córdoba (@ mesaafrocordoba on instagram), Malungo Libros (@ malungo_libros), GEALA (Grupo de Estudios Afrolatinoamericanos), Comisión 8N (@ comision8n), and Asociación Misibamba (@ misibamba).

[salantami]

Cordoba  Spain

Córdoba is a city in the southern Spanish region of Andalusia, and the capital of the province of Córdoba. It was an important Roman city and a major Islamic center in the Middle Ages.

[aliwritex]

A fun fact that I like to remember: franco likes the accent of a province in Argentina (Córdoba) and in a recent videocall with fans, one of the guests was a boy from there, and franco repeatedly asked the guy to "ask him questions in cordobés" 🙈

I would like to read something like that where he really likes his girl's accent from another country.

he’d probably made fun of you but think it’s sweet. obvi i’m taking brazilian reader so there’s just some things that are the same in writing but they just sound different.

so i think about you saying his name differently, cause typically here you would say “francu” instead of “Franco”. he’d love it, like it was a special pet name or nickname.

He’d love the words you have in common, like calling each other ‘vida’ or ‘amor’ and how the words just came out so much softer with your accent. the smoother vowels and the r’s.

[fabien-euskadi]

The streets of Cartaya, a pretty town in the Huelva Province (southern Spain).

Founded in the XV Century by the Marquis of Gibraleón, Cartaya has a bit less than 19.000 inhabitants. Big it may not be, but charm it doens't seem to lack.Yes, it doesn't have te monumentality and the appeal of other cities in Andalucia (like Ronda, Córdoba or, above all, Granada), but Cartaya certainly deserves a visit.

[postcard-from-the-past]

Santa Catarina church in Totoral, Córdoba Province, Argentina

Argentinian vintage postcard

[unteriors]

Calle Ramon y Cajal, Montemayor, Córdoba, Andalusia.

[manessha545]

Los Gigantes, Córdoba, Argentina: Los Gigantes is the name given to a mountain range located in the central-western region of the province of Córdoba, in the Argentine Republic. It has an altitudinal development from highest to lowest, in a north-south direction, and is located within the so-called Sierras Grandes. It is the northern limit of the Pampa de Achala, to which it belongs, and together with it make up the locally known as High Peaks. Wikipedia.

[city-flag-tournament]

✯ Round 2 ✯ Match 41 ✯

The current flag of Córdoba, Córdoba Province, Argentina

Propaganda:

None

vs.

The current flag of Nizhny Novgorod, Nizhny Novgorod Oblast, Russian Federation

Propaganda:

None

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[blueiscoool]

2,000-Year-Old Roman Lead Bars Found in Spain Shed Light on Ancient Mining

Archaeologists recently analyzed three ancient lead bars discovered in Spain, shedding light on the mining industry in the Roman era.

The three-sided bars — referred to as ingots — were unearthed during the construction of a gas pipeline in Córdoba, southwestern Spain, in the 1990s. But until now, they have never been studied in depth.

The ingots, which weigh between 50 and 70 pounds, date to the first century A.D., making them around 2,000 years old, according to a study published on May 3 in the Journal of Roman Archaeology.

They’re stamped with the letters “SS,” which refers to Societas Sisaponensis, an ancient mining company active in the region.

The company’s name came from the city of Sisapo in the Roman province of Baetica. The lands in the province were home to rich deposits of minerals, which were the main money source for wealthy Roman families in the region.

The company is well-documented in historical literature, being referred to by the Roman politician Cicero and author Pliny the Elder.

According to the accounts from the latter, the materials mined by the company were exported to Rome.

The objects were used to manufacture a variety of commonplace tools, including spoons, pipes and tiles, according to a news release from the University of Córdoba.

The discovery of the ingots provides further evidence that the company’s mines in the region served as an important center for the Roman Empire.

Other Roman ingots have been discovered throughout the Mediterranean, but typically they have been recovered from shipwrecks — whereas land-based finds are more rare.

By Brendan Rascius.

[lya-dustin]

The Food of Love

Part II

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Cw: mentions of past food poisoning, scandals, witchcraft and mention of past murders

A/n: the Kingdom of León is the modern day province of León in Spain, Reader's mother is Leónese, or technically Spanish. I also apologize for making too much lore for Y/N's mom but i needed a reason a clairvoyant witch is allowed to live and annoy Alfred as much as Aethelwold

“He is a monk!” Your mother exclaimed in disgust.

“He’s not a monk, he was never ordained. Lady Thyra gave him those robes as a gift.” You counter after having gotten to know your betrothed in the hour or so you spent in his room last night.

You had expected them to be angry for going out of your way to get a husband, but then again, your family was not at all like the others.

“He is second in line for King Alfred’s throne, my love.” Your father pinched the bridge of his nose as his wife fumed over the match. “A cold or a hunting accident could make your daughter Queen of Wessex.”

“Kings die and blood doesn’t make a king. Besides, it is not young Osferth’s destiny to be king just as it wasn’t for the crown to pass to Aethelred’s sons.” Your mother argued. Mother was the only woman to get kicked out of Wintanceaster and be welcomed back just as often as Uhtred of Bebbenburg.

The first for demanding her dowry be paid back to her after her husband, the late King Aethelred, died in battle, the second for eloping with your father ,an Ealdorman with some influence, and most recently, engaging in a battle of wit against Brother Godwin where both seers revealed deeply personal secrets to the horror of all those assembled.

Mother won by revealing Godwin uses his position and ability to get comely servant girls in his bed.

She had been so distraught when she learned Uhtred had killed him, she had been hoping to kill him herself by inviting him to dine with her.

“You had no qualms on having them as guests these past nights.” You interject having inherited your mother’s stubborn streak and your father takes that as his cue to leave on the excuse of needing to ask Father Beocca about whether your bride price would be paid by the Lord of Coccham or the King of the Saxons.

“That is because guests leave, besides you know well why I am opposed to this match.” Your mother countered. “What would happen if he came to discover Abraham’s God isn’t the source of our abilities?”

You are witches, your mother had come from a long line of them dating back to before the Romans conquered her homeland. The family had eventually decided they would say God was the source of their power thus when they fell from grace in the fledging Kingdom of León, the Pope would be forced to save them.

Well, at least her, the only one of her siblings to inherit her father’s abilities.

According to lore she grew up to be such a beauty she that the King of León and the Emir of Córdoba both offered for her when she came of age only to meet Aethelred and Alfred of Wessex in Rome resulting in her being packed on a ship to Wessex the moment Aethelred became a widower some years later.

She is very sure you have inherited her gifts, but you have grown and no ability like that has manifested in you. Except for her knack for healing, of course.

Perhaps your daughters will have both abilities, you hope Osferth does not mind a bit of magic if it does happen.

“Father Beocca’s wife is a witch, and he speaks well of her.” You say hoping to wear her down. You do not need the permission of the once Queen of Wessex to wed Osferth, but you’d like your mother to be on board with it.

“That is a vile rumor, Thyra is just a Dane. I better not hear you repeat Aethelwold’s drivel again, daughter.” Your mother corrected and you apologized immediately.

“I promise you that Osferth is not at all like the last priest you killed.” You swear and she softens.

That priest didn’t choke on a bone, mother stared at him until he did when he questioned the paternity of your eldest brother whom everyone thinks is the late king’s son.

“Fine, you may wed him, but the moment Alfred’s bastard proves to be unworthy of you, I get to kill him. It has been a while since I was last banished from Wintanceaster.” Your mother relented thinking he won’t return for you as he promised. She’s seen something, she is hiding it, you know it. “But I do like that you showed initiative, well done, my girl.”

“I envy you; you get to see so much of Britain and the furthest I have been to is Lunden.” You walk with Osfeth in the gardens, right where all can see you, so he doesn’t try anything.

He is not like that, mama, you had protested when she sent a maid with you.

“If anyone had told me a year ago, I would be traveling with warriors instead of taking holy orders, I would not have believed them. Perhaps after we are wed, we could travel to see anything you like, my lady.” He is nervous, hides it, but does that same thing King Alfred does by hiding his hands behind his back as if they had no idea what to do with them.

Come to think of it Aethelric, your eldest brother, does it too. Perhaps the rumors were true, or maybe just father was too closely related to the Kings of Wessex.

Anyways.

“Y/N, Osferth.” You playfully remind him and he smiles. You like his smile, made your heart skip a beat even when it wasn’t directed at you.

Now that its directed at you, you aren’t even sure you are breathing still.

“I do not think your lady mother would let me keep my limbs if she heard me use your name, y/n.” he says your name almost in a whisper for fear of your chaperones hearing him say it and report it to the Leonese lady who employs them. “I don’t think she likes me much.”

“Only because she doesn’t know you. She did not even know you weren’t actually a monk.” You just dress like one which is a little strange if you must ask. “She looks forward to knowing you and getting kicked out of Wintanceaster again.”

“Again?” he asks unaware of your family’s history. But then again Uhtred and his men were banished after they were.

“Mother engaged in a battle of secrets with Brother Godwin and won. King Alfred was pressured by his lady wife and the church to punish her in some way despite her being her.” You answered and you suppose now you must tell him about his children with you may be seers on the first official meeting as betrotheds.

Something mother may have foreseen which now explains the setting and number of chaperones.

“My mother is a seer, a God’s given gift passed down in her family since before Christ even walked the earth.” Which means you or your children will have it. “It is why she was brought to England from León.”

“Are you one too?” he asks the question everyone immediately makes when they see you. Your brothers don’t get that one often, mainly because they believe it passes from mother to daughter.

“No.” you shake your head hoping he’s not disappointed by your answer. “Much to everyone’s disappointment, I am not.”

“I find that hard to believe.” He speaks it so earnestly that the two of you stop walking and you forget how to breathe.

“That I am not a seer like her or that other thing?” you ask forgetting what you had even said when he steps close enough for you to make out a smattering of freckles peeking form his collar. He hasn’t even done anything except listen to you and yet you are swooning.

Fainting dead away would still not have been as embarrassing as retching in his room like you did last night, come to think of it.

“I find it hard to believe anyone would think you are a disappointment, Y/N.” For a man afraid to use your given name he has no such fears when he takes your hand in his and, worse, brings it to his lips.

Instead of doing something romantic that would not make you look like an idiot, you giggle nervously.

Not that it ruins the moment, you think as the both of you lean in daring to scandalize the entire household. Your stomach is aflutter from the excitement, the strange heat you feel stemming from your hand ---which he is still holding as if it were precious to him despite the two of you being strangers--- and knowing your infatuation appears to be mutual.

“May I kiss you?” he asks as his other hand comes to gently cradle your face.

For a moment the world around the two of you disappears and in the middle of a crowded garden, you have your first kiss.

“You may thank me for the oysters by naming your firstborn daughter after me, dearest.” Your mother passes by arm in arm with a very amused Lady Thyra.