Granada

I've been a bit too busy clearing up some academic doo-hickies and completely forgot to post about my trip to Granada! Shame and woe!










Flamenco was born in Andalusia, where Granada is located.









We went to see some Flamenco shows. Of course, OF COURSE I was an idiot who almost never videos on her camera and held the camera side-ways thinking it would look better...only you can't rotate videos on picture editors. Nice. Well, if you have a laptop, you can just turn it to the side. If you have a desktop, the neck pain is pretty worth it.








Some stills of the dancing, if you want to skip the videos.








We went to the Al-Hambra palace.








I'm convinced that this was one of the predecessors to the Playboy Mansion. Think about it: once guy in silky clothing, three official wives, innumerable scantily clad concubines, and a big pool of water in the middle of a courtyard.















Dr. Cano and Javier let us hit the beach for the rest of the afternoon. Good thing, too. Little Al needed to work on his tan. In contrast, I got too tan and now look like a Hindu-African mix.


I apologize for any naked or unattractive naked people that may appear in these pictures. It's Europe.


The Mediterranean is always this gorgeous.




Granada by night.

Bottom line: I need to find some way to come back here.