Sunday Mornin'. There's a theme with this whole early to rise thing while you're on...vacation during a vacation. I woke up and was told that the hotel we were staying at had a cheap breakfast and I went out to the place where it was supposed to be served and either they missed their night of shopping at Kroger or they slept in. Since I packed food (I spent 13 euro on food for my trip) I ate 4 PB&J sammaches again (lay off, we walk the entire day). We ended up leaving the hotel and made our way to a local plaza so everyone could get some breakfast before we headed up to La Alhambra. There are pasteleria's everywhere (no, art supplies don't have a disease it's a pastry shop) and we decided to stop at one and have a little bit to eat. They've got pretty solid baguettes (not a purse for small girls) and I had one and a cafe con leche (milk and coffee...they're notorious here for these. It's like Henry Ford saying you can have any color Ford you want as long as its black). Afterwards half of our group got split up from us and because they didn't have any working phones, we decided to head up to La Alhambra without them. It was about a half hour walk straight up hill. Along the way we passed by graffiti tagged along the streets. By graffiti I mean I would let them paint my garage, it was serious art work. As a kid who used to draw cars on the back of my doors because I ran out of paper I have a bit of respect for their rebellion. When we made it to the top a doorman at the local hotel said the tickets were probably sold out so we walked around a garden for an hour or two lackadazically (spell check is saying it's not a word but my dad used to say it, so it's gotta be one). The garden was above Granada and looked down to the city. It was a really clear day out so it was more than beautiful looking at the city of Granada with the Sierra Nevada in the background. After we went to the garden we walked up to La Alhambra and stood in line in hopes there were still tickets left for the day. An attendant on the side of the line said there were only 40 tickets left. He turned to the group behind us, asked if they spoke Spanish and they responded in French and he immediately switched over and told them what he told us in French. Pretty sweet. Side note: What's the most common phrase in France? I give up. Continuing on we got to the front of the line and managed to get 6 tickets! It was a small miracle because they only sell 350 an hour and were down to the last 20 for the entire day. La Alhambra was amazing! The details on the walls alone were beautiful, I had respect for the work and details they put in it. La Alhambra is an old 14 century Moorish palace thats survived the test of time for the city to sell admission to curious tourists. All for now, this weekend is our first baseball game, I'll be sure to have a quality update for my first college sporting event. - Sean.
Pictures from Sunday: (One of me enjoying the details, one overlooking Granada with the mountains in the background and one saluting Hotel America.)
Pictures from Sunday:
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