If there was ever a city like a jigsaw this is it. A wander through the town brought me to the Albaycin neighbourhood, an area that would fit in to Turkey. Shawarma and middle eastern deserts lined the shop windows and beautifully patterned bags and chinaware poked out of the shopfronts. I kept walking, longing to get past the shopping area and found where all of the tourists and locals were hanging out, at Mirador San Nicolás. It is a viewing platform up above the town to watch the sunset over the Alhambra palace. The sunset was still an hour away so I decided to continue my stroll through little walking streets among the white wash houses and along the crystal clear stream.
If I had been placed in this town without being told where I was I would have made several wrong guesses. Many houses resemble what I imagine the houses in Morocco look like, and the nature could even be in Australia, especially seen as I found an Australian Eucalyptus tree growing among a host of various native and invasive plants. The writing on the buildings was a mix of Arabic and Spanish and the gardens were very English. The people in the town gave no hints either, with a very international community talking a host of different languages.
I was lucky enough to meet have my friend, Juan Carlos, come and visit me to explore the many museums and churches, as well as to go on an adventure to Sierra Nevada.We intended to visit the Alhambra palace on the first day, however by the time we arrived much of it was closed and so we opted for some of the other buildings in the Alhambra complex.
The Palace of Charles V was an amazing circular building with an inner court yard and art gallery. The gallery was filled with interesting pieces.The first section was religious paintings, and we almost regretted coming, as the religious scenes seem to all be the same in that they are filled with fighting, sexuality and feasts. It soon improved with some unusual abstract works, and then we came to the cubist exhibition which I thoroughly enjoyed.
The next day we went to Sierra Nevada, a nearby mountain range. We bought tickets last minute on the bus and were lucky to get seats as the bus was completely full. Fortunately there was enough people who had not booked for the company to take another bus for us. We got up there and it was only a ski resort, which was nice, but we were worried that we wouldn’t be able to go on a hike. We tried to hike up a steep slope, and kept sliding down as there was a lot of ice underneath.
We managed to find another route and ended up on top of the mountain which was incredibly beautiful. It was harder getting down, also because of the slippery ice being worse to go down than up. We made our way back to Granada and unfortunately had to leave a night early as Juan Carlos hurt his arm. He claims it was my fault for ‘making’ him climb a mountain, though I am 100% sure he loved it!