Tapas, sewer pipes and mountain views
Trip Start Sep 18, 2010
86Trip End Jul 27, 2011
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My initial impression of the city coming in from the bus station is not too convincing, but once I am in the core of the town, I understand the charm of Granada. Itīs a picturesque little town, snuggling aginst the surrounding Sierra Nevada mountains and full of history (is there a city in Spain that isnīt I wonder?). My wee little hostel is not the most exciting, looks a bit like a barn and in need of renovations, but serves its purpose. I crash Oasis Hostel up the street for their daily activity schedule. Alhambra tickets are impossily hard to get and I donīt count on being so lucky.
First a word of advice for Granada: You will be conflicted as to whether to look up at the buildigns, mountains, views....or down to avoid the largest and most numerous dog turds I have encounterd so far
On day one, I join an informative walking tour with yet another Italian tour guide, then I canīt find the art walk I intended to join. Instead, I decide to walk up the mountain to see the caves people are squatting in for years. The caves donīt blow me away, but the view is incredible. I run into a young French hippie and his South American indigenous looking companion. Bizarre fellow. I am just befriending a cute little pony (with a not so cute errection) when he asks me if I know if there are stables nearby. He tells me something about rainbows, liking horses and a nude camp in the forrest he just spent three weeks in. He is looking for a cave to spend the night in. Not sure exactly what he is high on, but surely odd, this one.
Back at my hostel, the owner sits in the kitchen with a pile of dry green leaves in front of him. He is "de-stemming things with stems on them" as he calls it. Alright then, good to know the hostel management is self-sufficent.
I am not intending to do much with my evening, when the Italian tour guide walks in asking if I care to join a trip to some hot springs at 10pm
Today, I hike up to Alhambra rather late and in no hopes of getting in. Online tickets were sold out until Thursday when I checked last Wednesday. And other travelersī told me they lined up at 6am, just to have all remaining tickets snapped up in less than 10 minutes. No point in getting up at the crack of dawn just for the fun of an unsuccessful line-up. While I would have loved to see the palace or at least the gardens, I feel like it would just be the doped accumulated version of everything Iīve seen in the last few weeks. Iīll be back for this some other time.
Tonight, I will join a tapas tour and then I am off to Rome tomorrow. I have a new fantasy of me living in Spain for an extended period of time at some point in my life. Maybe when I retire :)