after south africa that summer, we went on to spain. for all of the beauty and uniqueness of south africa, it was spain that captured my heart. perhaps i think about going back there because it's more accessible from america, perhaps it's because i'm more of a city girl, but i fell in love and i fell hard. i dream about going back to madrid and granada for a week. i would run through the streets of madrid in the morning, spotting many a club goer going home. the food in madrid was my favorite, including the extensive ice cream taste test we had, yielding (we are not proud to say) that the best was a simple cone from mcdonald's. i know. we're so american. how gauche.
but perhaps my favorite was at a long lunch when the waiter brought us limoncello shots on the house to end the meal.
and then he brought us four more.
it pays to travel with a redhead people.
our second stop was granada. for every dreamy sigh i had about madrid, i had a million more in granada. we arrived in time for beers and tapas in the afternoon around the corner from our hostel, taking in the tiny, quiet town square before us. that night as we wandered we heard a faint hint of music. on getting closer we found an orchestra playing john williams' theme songs in the square. it was a nice reminder of home under those granada stars, but at that point it's not like i really missed home just yet. the hills and cobblestone streets, the intricate and awe-inspiring alhambra, the slow pace of life - i dream of going back to granada alot. it's become one of those destinations that will never really leave my bucket list - if i could suggest a city in spain to visit, this would be it.
that girl can get some serious air.
finally, there was barcelona. decidedly not our favorite. the enchantment of madrid and granda was just not there. but it's a colorful city, a lively city, and filled with delicious food. from the gaudi architecture to the boqueria, we made do, you could say. oh, and we also managed to get tickets for a U2 concert that was in town. we had to walk home three miles after the concert due to barcelona wisely shutting down the subway for the night, but it was still a great concert. and after all, we got to stop to get a pizza cone. never a bad way to end a trip.