Grenada turned out to be a great town and incredibly livable. I´d love to spend some more time there. After parking the car, we made our way to our hostel which very well could have been placed in Paris and nothign would have seemd out of place. The owners/managers were french and there was what was most likely a high school field trip there from somewhere in France. Couple other guests in the hostel were french as well. This was probably much to the delight of my father, who will speak french at any chance he can get.
The first afternoon in Grenada was spent taking care of various errands like train tickets and fixing watches and whatnot. Had a pretty good dinner that night along the pedestrian Calle Navas and always nice to people watch from the outdoor tables.
Speaking of people watching, I´ve always felt that Europe has amazingly beautiful women. Grenada was a whole new level. Pretty much every other block or so was a head-turner, I´m surprised I didn´t run into a pole or trashcan or anything. So, maybe I´ll take some time in Grenada in the future in order to woo some beautiful Spanish lady?
Anyways, the city itself it should be noted is small and very European. Small little alleys everywhere and everybody walking around all the time. Tons of bars and restaurants. Some places looked a little bit like more Europeanized versions of Reston in VA or Bay Street in Emeryville, CA. Fountains every other block. Great little plazas. All just so visually pleasing. We had great weather as well. While it´s been hot today (over 100 degrees in Sevilla) our time in Grenada was low 80´s at the highest.
Yesterday we went to see the Alhambra, a Spanish royal palace compete with gardens. A mixture of classic and Moorish architecture, the place was stunning. Immaculately tended gardens, calming walks, all sorts of good ol´European royalty dwelling whatnot. When I get pictures up I´ll let them do the talking.
Nightlife in Grenada was a bit mixed, although Emily and I only went out on Monday and Tuesday, supposedly slow nights. On Monday stopped in at an Irish pub to start (something we very well may make tradition) and then over to a club which left a little something to be desired. Budweiser on tap? Meh. Was great to people watch there though and we talked with a Spanish guy for a good 15 minutes, trying to figure out what American rock bands he was saying he liked - quite a thick accent, and my spanish not quite there. The next night started with a Irish pub again and managed to be there during open mic time. After that headed out across the street to what seemed to be a bar with clientele of most American study abroads and other english speakers. Emily turned in a bit early but after walking her home I headed back out and talked with a big Norweigan dude who had some of the funniest sayings. We agreed that no matter where you are though, beer is beer, and hence the new name of this blog.
Off to the train station now for our night ride to Barcelona. Regular seats. Should be interesting. Have quite a few friends in Barcelona though so looking forward to that.
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