Granada was glorious and now I miss mountains. I can also finally cross off “watch traditional Flamenco in a cave in the side of a mountain” from my bucket list. After the Flamenco party we wandered up the mountain for a midnight dinner to an overlook inhabited by people who seemed very happy. The smell of weed, the sound of guitar chords conducting slightly off pitch Spanish campfire songs, and the lights of Granada.
Day 2 we hit up La Alhambra. During our group tour I accidently got lost on purpose and ended up wandering the gardens for about an hour. The flowers smell really good – possibly the best smelling flowers on earth. If you ever go to Spain, go to La Alhambra. 10 out of 10 would recommend.