The rain had soaked through my boots. The lines were long and we were sent from one end of the property to the other in the pouring rain. I didn’t have a jacket and I was hungry, but somehow I just didn’t care. Afterall, we were at the Alhambra.
After three hours in the car that morning from Seville, with an Italian girl, a pup, and an Andulucian with dreads, we made it to the city of Granada. Greeted with downpours, construction work and long lines at the Alhambra, we finally made it inside.
The beauty of the Alhambra is hard to describe as most spectacular places and moments are impossible to put into words. The details of the walls, ceilings, and floors steal the show. Intricate designs of floral patterns, highlighted with blue hues make the Alhambra a unique spectacle in the middle of this Spanish city. The gardens are neatly taken care of featuring orange trees, beautiful pools, and other well trimmed hedges. Although we only passed through the gardens quickly as we were leaving, the views of the property were breathtaking. There were green hills falling into the valley below and quickly rising to meet the steep cliffs of the mountain side. Dark rain clouds sat low in the background making the little white houses pop in the lush landscape.
It was picture-perfect, but we couldn’t wait to get to the hostel.
The mantra of our trip — “the plan is that there is no plan” — held true to leading us to have a good time, despite the sopping wet clothes and shivers running through our bodies. As we sat on the floor of our hostel room, clothes spread out, hair dryer on high, and us chatting away — the door opened and in walked our nights plans: an American not afraid to dance rumba in front of a tiny Spanish bar and an Argentinian veludo.
The night entailed a search for tapas and entertainment.
We hopped from bar to bar enjoying our free tapas with every drink we bought, and then suddenly ended up squeezing into a tiny bar with a guitarist preparing to play. As the music started, so did the dancing. A mix of rumba, salsa, merengue, and flamenco filled the air. People moved as the music dove into their souls; no inhibitions, just pure happiness and the need to dance.
It’s the energy of the south. It’s in their soul to move; to be open; to enjoy life. It’s a different place, they’re a different people than their northern counterparts. It’s a place I need to live. It’s a place I will live — just give me time & I’ll be back.
As for the rainy days in the south, I’ll be ready next time — San Sebastian is certainly preparing me on how to handle the rain. But it’s the sunshine, the soul, and the warm smiles I look forward to. See ya soon, Andalucia!