I know, and I’m on my knees to ask your forgiveness. It’s been too long. But, gentle reader, I’m going to make it up to you with Granada posts one and two. I’ll begin the tale of our adventure with this: You must go. I don’t care what else is on your bucket list. A blend of Spanish Catholic history and Spanish Islamic history that goes down like a really smooth cognac, Granada is a mystery worth unwrapping. Let me explain through photos.
After a three hour drive from Cartagena Amy, our friend from New Mexico, Andrew, and I arrived in Granada. We initially wandered around with mouths hanging open, tongues lolling.
Well rested and mouths still agape, we rose the next morning and headed straight for the Alhambra, one of Spain’s historical gemstones.
We started in the gardens of the Alhambra with a tour bus of Koreans. A hundred accidental photo bombs later we snuck off to the more secluded rose gardens. (You get caught in their photos because they all brought their iPads to take photos with, which is like holding up a cookie sheet to take a photo.)
Here they are. You can’t help but love them.
Here’s a great photo of the iconic Alhambra fortress. By this point Cat had taken 600 photos and it was 11am. The camera was smoking.
Kate and Amy, SL
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