Granada

Sitting in the Plaza de Bib-Rambla , vino tinto in hand and about to tuck into the most delicious looking lasagne made with spinach, mushrooms and fresh tomatoes. I’ve had a spectacular time here in Granada and I wish I had more time here.

Today I did the obligatory tour of the Alhambra. Couldn’t bring myself to climb the mountain and refused to pay for a taxi so I put the big girl panties on and caught the bus. It was easy but it is difficult to work out where to get off as there is no announcement or nice bus driver like the one I had last night. (1.40 euros gets you anywhere in the city). I got my audio tour sorted and off I went. I had no idea of the enormity of the palace and its surrounds and there are only so many photos you can take of the beautiful walls and ceilings. Seemed the whole population of Spain was there sharing the moment with me.

Pausing here to savour the magnificence of this lasagne that equals any I had in Italy., and I’m also enjoying a cheeky little red from the Rioja region of Spain. Spanish wine is SO good and doesn’t give you a hangover- no need for Dan Murphy wine stabilizing drops!

Did more than savour it all, I would have licked the bowl if I could. 😋

People are beginning to mill around the square and children are playing soccer. Everywhere you go, little boys are kicking soccer balls. Young Spanish people are super fashion conscious and the girls have such beautiful long black shiny hair. I can’t tell the age of older people and there is nothing in the middle – it’s weird. They seem to go from stunningly young and beautiful to old people – the women dressed in old fashioned frocks, sensible shoes and stockings, and the men in clothes like my dad wore. (All with shiny shoes I might add) here it also seems to be all about the shoes🤣

Finally, tonight I found myself in the Moroccan alleyways, so colourful and vibrant. I’ve wandered as far as my poor little trotters will take me, so as it has been a 15km day, I’m ordering dessert before I hopefully find my way home. I’ve spent a great deal of this trip lost, which is no surprise to those who know me, but that is half the fun. For instance, today i got on the correct bus to go back into town, but didn’t know where to get off. As the bus seems to do a continuous loop, I sat back enjoying the scenery thinking I’d get off next time we passed something familiar. But WTF? We were climbing the mountain again but on a different route! The driver had changed from route 32 to route 31. I sat back and hoped for the best, and when I saw the cathedral in the distance, I got off. Then my phone died and somehow, I don’t know how, I found my way back home and collapsed on the couch exhausted.

Today I walked behind this cute little girl and her mum. She was so worried about her shoes getting dirty on the gravel. Her mum got her to sing Incy Winsy Spider to get her mind of it, but it didn’t work. She wanted to be carried. Sometimes the smallest things are the most important. It’s all a matter of perspective.