As I reminisce over my last two years spent in Spain, and its abrupt end (within 30 days), I wanted to wrap up my emotions with this post. It’s dedicated to my first Spanish love, the city of Granada.
With its flirty bohemian spirit, Granada lures many to it. Students, hippies, circus freaks (I did see one), gypsies and travelers.
It could be the Moorish palace (a.k.a the Alhambra) elegantly framed by the Sierra Nevada, or the haunting spirit of the city’s famous poet named Lorca, the myriad of Andalusian-inspired architecture, or the calf-burning hills of the Albayzín (Granada’s oldest neighborhood). Whichever anecdote it may be, each trip (a personal tally of 5) created its own mark.
Naturally, I fell hard.
>See the Alhambra during the day & night. If you’re here now (re: peak summer), book in advance! I don’t think I could stress this enough. The true glittering glory of the Albayzín at night shouldn’t be missed.
> Discover the nooks and crannies of Granada. The rewards are evident (cute dogs, refreshing sangria, flourishing flowers).
> Walk some more. Granada is a small city. Keep exploring. Many times music follows.
> Hike the Sierra Nevada (seek out its jamón).
> Tapa crawl through the city.
> Toast to your first love at sunset at El mirador de San Nicolás (Bill Clinton’s favorite spot). Coupled with a hearty glass of Rioja, it’s my favorite, too.
What’s your favorite Spanish city? If it weren’t for the (almost constant) rain, I may have opted for a tie with the Basque Country’s food capital, San Sebastián.