Halloween is just starting to catch on here. We decided to do a small celebration in my classes. Two hours before it was to start I received a frantic call from my director who was worried about the appearance of our pumpkins. The one she’d picked up from her grocer was green with bumps, was that suitable for Halloween? We ended up settling on one that was still green but lacking a bulbous surface. Overall, the festivities went well; a bit chaotic, but I think the kids had fun. We recited a poem, bobbed for apples and carved our green pumpkin. I was glad to have the help of my fellow Americans Sarah and Barbara (my friends who came to visit on their post Peace Corps tour of Europe).
After subjecting my friends to the mad house (also known as my place of employment) I made it up to them by whipping up a killer Spanish tortilla, which I have to say I’m getting pretty good at; then we headed in rental car to Granada. I was on cloud nine driving in Spain; I was like a parakeet whose wings had been clipped and finally grown back! I was ecstatic to be driving again, that was until I got to the infamous European roundabouts. Although I’m pretty sure I created my own lane, we made it through safe and sound.
Thursday was a holiday here, All Saint’s Day, which is really more like ‘Memorial Day’ in the US. Because of this, it was a four day weekend which we filled with all excitement Granada has to offer. The city a fusion of students, Granadinos, Moroccans, and tourists, creating a stimulating and lively atmosphere, but enough of me sounding like a guide book. Thursday morning we practically ran to the Alhambra for our 8:30 entrance to the palace; however, it was well worth the wog (walk/jog). I can’t even begin to describe the intricate beauty of the ancient Moorish palace, nor will I attempt to, I’ll just say that it lies in its ability to reflect intricate designs and precise geometry back on itself. We finished the night off at a flamenco show where the dancer’s feet moved so fast, it made Bill Cosby’s toe tapping look like a sloth in slippers.
After a quick breakfast of churros con chocolate, I sent off Sarah and Barbara to the next leg of their tour. It surprised me how sad I was to see them go. Joana and I decided to stay another day in Granada and spent the rest of our time hiking in the hills searching for Gypsy caves and wandering ´Moroccan' street and drinking tea. I left Granada wishing I didn't have to and more determined than ever to find a car!
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