My girlfriends were right. Granada and I love each other. Upon very cursory inspection of this new town, I may just stay forever. It´s built in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada, making it very attractive for my hiking feet. It´s also bordered by a beautiful little river, lending cool breezes to hot days. Random staircases form pathways off major roads and what you find is always a surprise. Middle eastern fare dominates and my palate is well pleased. Spanish whisky is now a favorite, and I´ve become a pro at peeeling labels off of wine bottles. Trobadores abound, pleasing my musical ear.
Our pension is fabulous. Recommended from a friend met in Honduras. We´re on the second floor in the pension. It´s tiny, with only bunk beds, a small bench and baker´s rack for depositing clothing. But, it overlooks the Alhambra and has a window that opens it´s wrought iron gates to the open air.
Tomorrow brings a tour of the Alhambra gardens and more wandering. This seems like a great place to get lost for a while.
This blog contains the story of an itinerant DOT who finds it impossible to stay put in Southern Virginia (and has since relocated to Southern Florida) and so wanders the globe finding beauty in both daily routine and unique adventure. Muchas gracias to my exuberant, fun-loving swine for the DOT designation and for enriching my life daily with absurdity and unfailing wit.
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