Love is my religion

This has been a beautiful day. The morning and much of the afternoon were spent wandering around the Alhambra. We scaled hundreds of steps...as if our legs weren´t already protesting! The watch tower was the most impressive. Views from the top were endless. American accents are much more prevalent here than anywhere thus far, and I am forming a strong distaste for it. Generally, the Americans I´ve come in contact with exude an entitlement mentality that is completely intolerant of the culture they are visiting. It is infuriating.

The rest of the day brought some wandering alone. I found an open air market. I am such a sucker for a market. The endless maze of stalls with colorful offerings is enchanting...chatting with shop keepers...smelling, tasting, touching. I found a pair of pants I loved and the shop keep suggested I try them on. It turns out that the dressing room was nothing more than a waist-high sheet stretched across the center of the shop. No thanks! Moving on...

I also visited the cathedral...as you do. My camera is filling with photos of old buildings, so I chose a less traditional path around the city (read: no tourists!) and documented the incredible grafitti that covers every empty space. This included a visit to the University of Granada, the energy around which was intoxicating!

Much time has been spent this trip exploring other people´s religions - we´ve visited a steady stream of churches, mosques, synagoges (even was the subject of a hex by an angry spanish woman, but that´s a story for another day). It´s time to find some religion of our own. Mañana. We will explore the beauty of the Sierra Nevadas on foot.

After the mountains, we move on to Sevilla. I don´t know what´s in store, but I know it involves flamenco!