First order of business: Ned Quincy is back from the spa!!! (translation: I got my computer back!!!) Just in time for my first weekend travel post.
Last Friday I hopped on an autobús to Granada with 6 other people: Conner, Britta, Kevin, Stephanie, Matt, and Katharine.
We started off the trip with seriously intense games of 20 Questions. By intense I mean 15 minute discussions about which question to ask next and what we can infer from the previously gained knowledge. Yeah. You wish you were this cool. We also started the multiple-day-long discussion about the roles we would each play if we were in a slasher film. You’ll be proud to note that I was identified as someone who would make it to the end, figure out who the killer was, and be murdered soon thereafter. Success… kind of.
We arrived in Granada 5 hours later to a city that seemed completely under construction. After aimlessly wandering for a bit and jumping on a passing bus, we made it to our hostel. We set down our things and looked around at each other for a second until someone said, “So are you guys ready to go out?” We threw on some nicer clothes and hit the town, which here means walking down streets until we found a bar, stopping in for a glass or two, then heading out again.
The next day we trekked to La Alhambra, a Moorish castle that was taken over by Ferdinand and Isabelle. It was so gorgeous! During the day we took a tour of the gardens, then stopped for a paella lunch and a quick nap. After recuperating from the exhausting day we walked around the city center and, shortly after disappearing up one tiny alley, we came across what was essentially Agrabah (Aladdin’s hometown. Keep up). It was this random little Arabian area with hookah bars on every corner. We stopped into one for some hookah and milkshakes. We then returned to Alhambra for the night tour of the palace. It was so awesome seeing the buildings all lit up. Afterwards we got dinner at Döner Kebaps. They make the most amazing food, something like a cross between a pita sandwich and Greek gyros. Needless to say, my life was changed.
The next morning our group hopped on yet one more bus to head to the coast. We spent the day swimming in the Mediterranean, soaking up the sun (yeah right, not with this Irish skin), and playing cards on the beach. But, most importantly, we started to discuss what would happen if we were all trapped on an island. This required more thought than the slasher movie scenario, as each of us had a job, warrior name, and weapon of choice. In the end it was clear that we had to name our newfound home “Whore Island.” We left the beach and 2 buses later arrived back in Madrid. Overall it was an awesome first weekend trip. I’m so ready for more.