The Frogmarch

"I've got to pull up my stakes and roll, man." --Jean-Jacques Libris de Kerouac

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Postcard from the Road: Granada

Dear You:

It is warm here in the afternoon, when the sun inches above the Moorish city wall and down into our tiled courtyard, where a solitary lemon tree shades the neighbor's cats and a table and chairs. A 1.5L bottle of sangria costs 79 cents. In the arch of the Puerta Nueva a lone busker with guitar bashes artlessly through freedom-rock classics (don't like CCR? That's just, like, your opinion, man) but two blocks away two flamenco players work intricately on the Mirador San Nicolas, where a simple but crowded cafe overlooks the sprawl and towers of the Alhambra, with the snowcapped Sierra Nevada behind. The wide plaza--a stone dome over a font indicating that, like many other places here, the church was built onto a former mosque--is full of hippies selling homemade jewelry and assorted other hippie crap, plus old men leaning on canes and tourists snapping photos.

If I had remembered to bring a USB cable for my camera I could show you. But I didn't.

Today we leave Granada for the coast, a wide spot in the beach road called Puerto Cabopino. Did I mention that it is Christmas Day? Feliz Navidad, y'all, wish you were here...

XOXOXO (3 bisous not 2)

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