Hotel Apartamentos Trevenque
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... br> (It's getting wetter)
ousting other re-lig-ions as if they're strangers...
As the plaster,
Is quite pretty,
The King and master,
Is really witty,
To keep romances,
And watch finances,
He keeps the craftsmen's work for viewing of the city...
Take me home,
..I hate Alhambra,
Take me home,
..just leave Granada,
Take me where,
the sun does ...
... best places to go! He explained that although people do still live in the caves, "housefronts" has been fixed over the openings, so you would never know it was a cave from the outside. No wonder we couldn't find them! In exchange for giving them a ride home, he pointed out the best place to eat and catch a Flamenco show. Armed with our new friend's knowledge, we caught the next performance and spent the remainder of the night huddled in a cave watching the dancer's traditional ...
... We walked back to the Albaycin to our place and left our purchases there, heading back to the streets straight away. There is a confidence that comes from the knowledge that even a couple of days in a city can bring.
We headed off back past the cathedral (we are now fully dosed with Catholic baroque/gothic bling so are not going in) and towards the many plazas towards Centro. We stop for a drink in the sunny end of a plaza and a sit down, realising we had been walking for ...
... at the world below. Mountain life may seem idyllic for two people living in a noisy metropolis but the faces of the villagers told a different story. With their skin, weathered with the sun, their hair unkempt, and their clothing tattered, they stared ahead with hardened expressions. After witnessing a child playing alone on a swing set, I thought: "what a lonely existence!" Then I saw a man with an uncanny resemblance to Hagrid ...
... After following David (one of the kids that has been here for the full year) since he knows his way around, we started up the hill. I call it a hill because it's not quite the Sierra Nevadas with snow and skiing, but it's not a tiny hill. Actually, when you get to the top, you're pretty level with the Sierras. Maybe it's more of a Hilltain. Anyway, we started going up the little trails (very little in fact) and it was great scenery and such a great day to go out. I was so happy that I ...