We rolled into Granada via bus. It was freaking boiling. It was way too hot there. We got to the hostel and it took forever for the chick to sign us in. She was working both the hostel and the restaurant it was attached to. She'd get started, then go and take someone´s bill, then come back, then go and take someone´s bill, then come back, then mess up my receipt and get me no copy. Fairly annoying - but we walked up to our room on the third floor and said, why the hell did we do that, when there´s an elevator and it´s 6,000 degrees?
But - the room had air. Glorious, glorious cold air at 16C, which must be about 32 F because it felt awesome. We then took out our stuff and realized that the one thing we came for needs reservations - the Alhambra. It is a fort that has tons of influence but mostly Arab - or Islamic, whichever it was or they´re one in the same, or some shit. We took the bus up to the area and of course, it was sold out, so we decided to head back in the evening. We headed back to town and decided to go find tapas.
Let me rephrase that, I´m traveling with Jess, so we went to find FREE tapas. Which after walking up some street and not finding the one we were looking for, and asking a store owner, we did. So we went in and ordered some drinks and the bartender said "Tapas?" and we played it cool and were like, sure. And so there we stayed, drinking, Jess mohitos then some sangria and me, beer but in a puny, faggy half pint. It was almost as emasculating as the time at TGIF when they brought my Guinness in a hurricane glass.
Needless to say, it´s about 3 hours later and we´re feeling pretty good. We get on the bus and head to the Alhambra. Yeeee-ha! Sorry, it kinda sounds western.
But - the room had air. Glorious, glorious cold air at 16C, which must be about 32 F because it felt awesome. We then took out our stuff and realized that the one thing we came for needs reservations - the Alhambra. It is a fort that has tons of influence but mostly Arab - or Islamic, whichever it was or they´re one in the same, or some shit. We took the bus up to the area and of course, it was sold out, so we decided to head back in the evening. We headed back to town and decided to go find tapas.
Let me rephrase that, I´m traveling with Jess, so we went to find FREE tapas. Which after walking up some street and not finding the one we were looking for, and asking a store owner, we did. So we went in and ordered some drinks and the bartender said "Tapas?" and we played it cool and were like, sure. And so there we stayed, drinking, Jess mohitos then some sangria and me, beer but in a puny, faggy half pint. It was almost as emasculating as the time at TGIF when they brought my Guinness in a hurricane glass.
Needless to say, it´s about 3 hours later and we´re feeling pretty good. We get on the bus and head to the Alhambra. Yeeee-ha! Sorry, it kinda sounds western.
This place was freaking awsome. The arcitecture is way cool and it and the art reflec
ts the cooperation between Christians and Muslims. Not like the crap going on today. We walked around for a few hours, took some pics, ok, a lot of pics and then headed back into town because Jess couldn´t eat a lot of the free tapas. So we found a place near the hostel and ordered another round and guacamole.Guacamole, brown guacamole with no avacado and some meat. Yes, meat. Jess´second time being swindled - first the olives now the guacamole. What´s a girl to eat? At least she´s not like an annoying "I won´t eat meat because it´s murder person."
Tasty, tasty murder.
We had our drinks and showered up to hit the sack. Well one of us hit the sack the other the tiles. I´ll let you decide who.
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QUICK COMMENT FOR NOW: SINCE YOU HAVE HAD PROB W/SHOWER BEFORE, I'LL GUESS IT WAS "NOT" JESS WHO HIT THE TILES!?
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