Monday, July 21, 2008
Beware of the Gypsies
Granada was full of heat, late nights, and adventure. The hostel was fun, but too many rules. A kitch that closes at 10? what the heck! Anyway, enjoyed meeting new people, and managed to find the European equivalent of the Brian, Nels, and Jay trio. Filip and Mathias from
Antwerp, and Alex from France. We had a lot of fun roaming the streets of Granada and telling stories. (Brian, I am afriad the Belgium boys put your dance moveS to shame... if thats possible) Of course, I made a day of visiting the Alhambra, and took lots of pictures. Other than that, i spent a lot of time cruisin the calles, and trying to avoid the gypsies. One of them spit at me outside the Alhabra... i hope i am not cursed! Shopped around in the Morroccan style shoppes all over the cities, and enjoyed tea and apple flavoured shish? at a tea house. Very relaxing and unamerican. Spent my last night there in a hot spring under the full moon. Wasnt as great as some in OR, but still a welcomed hot soa
k. It is in the middle of nowhere, andsurrounded by olive trees. I guess the story is that a farmer was digging around looking for cold water to irrigate the land, and found a hot spring. The hot water was piped a short distance to a dug out dirt pool where we endured the gusty, grainy wind, and soothed soar walking legs in the thermal bath. Afterwards I took a well needed shower and cruised the streets of Granada late night with the boys. Great conversation, and a lot of fun. Ended up having an hour and a half ¨rest¨then got up for my 8 hour, non-airconditioned, train to Valencia... it was worth it, because this hostel is spacious and sweet.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
What do you mean, my "dance move?" Eveyone knows I have at least three...Nothing wrong with a little gypsy spit; I hear it cures bee stings and poison oak.
Tate + Dom = Mr. David Rawlings
Post a Comment