A Damn Civilized Thing to Do ~
A German, a Dutch, a Spaniard, an Arab and an American walk into a bar. ~
Granada has been exactly what I hoped for. A little slice of peaceful heaven. Free tapas with beer. Music in the streets. The glorious view of the Alhambra above. The quiet alleys with their distinct combination of traditional Spanish and Moorish architecture. There's a way of ease to life here. Shop owners routinely close up early, or at any time for siesta without notice. They close their entire shops for weeks to go on vacation. People move slowly, deliberately. Each glass of vino is savored, each tapa thoroughly enjoyed, every day siesta taken to recover the mind. I understand what Anthony Bourdain meant when he described the siesta as a "damn civilized thing to do." ~
I'm still impressed and enamored with hostel life. We formed a little clan, us travelers. A bunch of misfits thrown together at this hostel, each with a distinctly different culture, background, and language (I can swear in Arabic, German and Dutch now!) We hike up the hillside together one night, beer and snacks in hand, so watch the sun set over the Alhambra. Hours pass in animated conversation, as the sun sets, the sky blackens, and the stars begin to appear. We talk endlessly on politics, love, religion, social norms from wherever we are from, and playfully joke at the other’s expense. We take turns teaching each other things from our homes. I’m soaking it all in like a sponge. ~
In such a short period of time we have all become so close. We plan more excursions together, lounge around the common room together, eat and drink together, and take care of each other as if we’ve been friends our whole lives. That instant bond, when you look into another traveler’s eyes and know, they are just like you. I found my people in Granada, and they are incredible!