Heyaaa, Annie's turn

Coolest spot of Europe? Southern Spain. And specifically? Granada. 

Imma do some 'splaining for you lot. 

 

So we get to Granada, and it don't taste like Barcelona no more. Which was nice, cuz I dunno, Barcelona somehow gave me the familiarity of Joliet. With 20% fewer English speakers than Joliet, more dogs/dog pee, and feeling like you 'bout to be pick-pocketed instead of gonna be mugged. 

When we first get here we're still kinda wary of getting pock-picketed, and when we park, some dude from the dumpster side of town is hanging around our car like he wanna make off with our suit cases or somethin, giving us a stink-eye and dad stink-eyes back and it's really awkward and we dunno where to really go but then we find our place, and it's like, the Hostel is cute and looks like some thirteen year old girl with the hippest fashion sense on the block decorated it cuz it has all this random decorations like stars and weird paint styles and curtains everywhere blowing in the breeze and there's computers and teenagers everywhere and a lounge with Salvador Dali type-chairs and the type. In the center of the lounge there's this odd plastic bird bath sort of thing with fake lilipads. I don't even know.

We chitter chatter with the sweetest English/Spanish speaking receptionist from Czechoslovakia and go up to our rooms. At the top floor, Bethanny and I jackpot with the swig-swaggiest crib- and not just any crib; the table-flippin' penthouse.

I mean it's rockin. Look at how rockin it is.

You may not tell, but it has like seventeen corners, four rooms, and maybe six beds (a bunk-bed a king size bed, okay that was an overstatement) (but I need to stress to you how cool this was). And a staircase. But MOST importantly, desk that just spills creativity as if Mark Twain, Aristotle, Michelangelo, and Bill Nye all bunked here and took turns on it. I sit down and it's like good drugs or something. Pull out all three sketchbooks and get to work.

Oh, and there's this view right next to the desk like nobody's business.

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PS: That's the Alhambra.

Speaking of which, that's the next part of our grand adventure. We stay at the hostel for a few hours, because (holy crap it's a really good hostel) and then visit the fortress at night, to avoid crowds. It's pretty mesmerizing, and oozes symmetry. Since I've been using lots of similes, it's sort of like a video game type of temple, with everything computer generated it's so perfect. 

We already have some pictures of it on the blog, so I have some better pictures for this post instead. 

Next day, we hit the Alhambra's garden. Also very symmetrical. And pretty. Everything is all natural and lovely and full of critters. 

oh crap this picture was already used I checked oh well who cares not you im using it again

LIKE SKINKS THERE ARE SKINKS LITERALLY EVERYWHERE IN THIS GARDEN I'VE BEEN WANTING TO CATCH SKINKS SINCE THIS SUMMER STARTED I DON'T KNOW WHY BUT I DO WITH THE DESPERATION OF A MOM FROM TODDLER'S AND TIARAS IT'S LIKE THE SPIRIT OF STEVE IRWIN JUST ATE ME AND I STILL HAVEN'T CAUGHT ANY HERE I AM INTERRUPTING A FAMILY PICTURE TRYING TO GRAB ONE

AND HERE'S THE BUTT OF A MONSTEROUS WATER SNAKE IT WAS GOING BACK INTO THE POND WHEN WE TOOK THE PICTURE SORRY. 

But doesn't it MAKE YOU WONDER how many DANG GIANT WATER SNACKS ARE IN ALL THE ALHAMBRA'S ******* PONDS???

 

LOOK LOOK THEY HAD THIS LONG BEAUTIFUL STARICASE WITH JUST WATER FLOWING DOWN THE RAILINGS AND FOUNTAINS AT EVERY PIT STOP IT WAS SO MUCH FUN I SPLASHED EVERYTHING IT WAS ROCKIN I WANNA LIVE IN ONE OF THE BUSHES HERE AAAAAGGGGGHHHHhhhhhhhh

Anywho, back to the city life of Granada, I don't know if it was just for today cuz an event happened or it's all the time, but check out this CORNY ANACHRONISTIC PIECE OF PICTURE RIGHT HERE.

this picture was already used too but it's also cool and woah i never noticed before but i think that horse just-

Those haughty and gorgeous Spanish riders had so much undeniable swag; we hated and loved them equally. They always had one of their hands tucked into their vest and the other holding the reins just so and only looked straight forward as they rode.

Anywho, Granada was cool, the people were chill, I got killer Muslim kind of M.C. Hammer pants from it, food was my typo food, the Gelato was better than Rome's by twenty thousand points, and it was incredible. So much so that when/if Imma ever move out of America, I may just have to do a coin flip to see if I'm packing bags to Canada or Southern Spain. May depend if I've learned Spanish by that point.