I first went to Granada around 14 years ago (Gulp! I’m getting old) to
stay out too late and eat Kinder Buenos every day diligently study Spanish. It was one city of several I visited during a trip I took as a young single gal after I saved all my pennies from my whopping salary of $26,000 a year. Granada really impressed me. The Arabic influence in architecture and daily life was fascinating and seemed so new and exciting. I also met one of my best friends who is still like a sister to me. (Hi Chels!) When it was time to go home, I was devastated. 8-5 job? Bills? REAL LIFE? No thank you! I cried and cried into my pillow. I thought I would never return.
Little did I know I would see Granada’s lively plazas and mysterious, winding streets again. I happened to marry someone whose family lives in the area. I ended up going back with my husband and his sister, I took my parents and one of my sisters there, and now I’ve seen my children run along the very same streets that so enchanted me the first time around. Isn’t it funny how you never know where life will lead you? That road doesn’t always go to happy places, but luckily in this case, it did.
Here are a few pics from our last visit. Next time it’s back to the UAE where this blog belongs! 🙂