labrynthian
having successfully escaped the mafia (or so we think), we found a hostel in the heart of the cozy boutique town of granada. granada is a place i could see myself in. cute and small, but with enough bustle to make it homey instead of desolate. granada is home to¨"the most famous place in all of spain" (according to our guidebook): the Alhambra... a giant moorish fort within which the christians took over and built their own castle and ruined the fountains. it was pretty awesome, in its sheer immensity and architecture. all this after a night chasing the free tapas offered in the gypsy district, and then getting lost on the way home.
today we leave from nerja, the jewel of the south coast, after planning a day to do nothing more than lie on the beach... and karaoke may have snuck in there as well (surprisingly not my idea!). today we head to gilbraltar, after which i will leave mi compadres, and head towards sevilla solo, while they wander over to morroco. i hate to miss the monkeys with fezes, but i have to get back to madrid monday night for my flight on tuesday. i´m assuming at this point, with what i had to go through to get to madrid (a 2-hour wait in heathrow security, running to the plane and having them open it for me), that i will probably be missing my LON >> ORD leg of the trip, since i have only an hour between flights. i apologize in advance, shama, if i´m not at el aeropuerto when i should be. if anyone´s looking for me, i´m in the security line... or the russians have found me!
current mood: rock´n´road time again