At the Alhambra this morning.
Look at that blue sky! We had such gorgeous weather today. I want to bottle it up and take it back to England with me.
So this was our last full day in Granada: we went to La Alhambra in the morning, took naps in the afternoon (comfy hotel or not, I slept hideously last night), and then took a stroll around Barrio Albaicin early this evening. Tomorrow we catch a bus to Malaga, and I’ll have a couple hours to kill there before heading to the airport and hopping on my flight back to England.
The Alhambra was pretty astonishing. Originally built by the Moors, then added to by Charles V, with parts of it destroyed by the Napoleonic invasions. So, so gorgeous. Wildly rich with detail. There’s a point where one gives up on the idea of trying to catch it all in photographs, because it’s impossible.
Stunning or not, though, I am ready to go home. Travel exhaustion does eventually hit, and so does the language barrier; you take for granted the sheer number of people you have conversations with on a daily basis until, suddenly, you don’t have those anymore. And I’m just ready to unpack, and go through photos, and sleep in a familiar place.
But what a trip! Between this and Sweden I feel right spoiled with delights.
Hopefully I will make headway on getting pictures edited and uploaded to Flickr and Facebook this weekend, as Wednesday I’ve got a Rotary talk in Tynedale and then of course there are essays I must tackle. Until then, though, here’s a few.
A view of Sacramonte from the Alhambra.
Alabaster wall details.
Tiling and chairs.
St Jerome's Monastery
