The city of pomegranates, or grenades, depending on your language.
Granada was a must visit spot for us, and many others said we'd just LOVE this place.
An example of the Albaicín neighborhood.
This time our home was in the Albaicín, a world heritage site as of 1984. Basically, the neighborhood was built with no thought of a grid system, cars, or practicality. Let's just say if you move to this area, you better be ready to carry every piece of furniture down winding cobblestone streets. You also will probably never move, because it's a huge pain in the ass (probably) However, it was such a cool area to "live" in for three nights.
So there a couple of cool things about Granada. There is an awesome Turkish market that we had to walk through 100 times without buying anything. If Woody wasn't there to chaperone I'd be sitting here with a giant tapestry, embroidered bags, sandals, assorted glassware, tea, and a set of baby harem pants for my nephew.
Second, tapas here are FREE. Order a drink, get a tapas. Order another drink, get a different tapas. Life is just really hard sometimes you guys.
Third, there's the Alhambra. A Moorish palace that overlooks the entire region. It's beautiful and the walk uphill is worth it. So many intricate details that you're sitting there thinking, "Someone did this by hand and I can hardly color in the lines"
Our first night was pretty impossible to top. We're desperately looking for a bar that was just the right balance of local, not expensive, good food/beer, and good vibes. We find this bar with an "Alhambra" beer sign outside (great start, that beer is DELISH). End up meeting Joseph from the UK and Carlos from Granada. We ate, drank, and sang drunken Beatles songs to my Snapchat story.
We follow Carlos (aka Charlie Rabbit) around town to a club and dance to some interstellar sounding jams. Then change it up at a bar called Peaton where Carlos seems to be a regular. He finds out I love Radiohead, he shows me his tattoo, and we become instant best friends. Carlos takes over as DJ and we dance the night away to Arcade Fire, David Bowie, Interpol, Radiohead, The Black Keys, etc.. Naturally the night comes to an end with Doner Kebab.
The travel bug caught up and gave us a couple days of illness here, but you can't keep Team MacWood down for long.
Many wonderful "single serve" friendships in this city, and a great continuation of small town Spain. Though we reluctantly left Granada, I WAS SO EXCITED for our next adventure. Cue cheesy smile emoji.
Next Up: Paris, France (omgomgomgomg)
Sometimes I'm also a dogtographer.
I think cacti are my favorite plant. Where can I get purple ones asap?
The uniform for this trip: layers + rain jacket
Views from the Alhambra
Carlos: our Granada tour guide and local bar DJ
As we left Granada, we stumbled right into some religious ceremony. I am not up-to-date on religious holidays, but this one involved about 10 men carrying a MASSIVE statue of some female figurehead that was covered in candles. There was a large procession before and after all this. Did I mention they did this through the Albaicín which made this 100% more impressive. As the crowd followed, they threw rose petals.