Granada, Spain has to be one of my favorite cities.
Why? Was it because the glorious views of the palace and fortress of the Alhambra from Mirador de San Nicolas?
Was it a walk through the old district of Albayzin, where houses are sloped and the silence throughout the tiny streets bring on a feeling of peace?
Was it the snow covered peaks of the Sierra Nevada Mountains,
or watching dancers dance it up in the day,
and flamenco it at night?
Was it the plates of tapas,
or shopping in the market, where baskets full of spices,
teas and herbs were in abundance?
Granada was all about the people and how they were living life, that is why. For me the sites were a bonus but it was truly all about the people.
The little old men who strummed their guitars, repeating the same song over and over again.
Little girls intertwined as they walked down the cobble stone street.
A drummer beating his drum with his hands, filling the air with a light tune as tourists admired the architecture.
An old man shining the shoes of a younger man.
Ladies gathered in conversation by a mobile flower stand.
Laughter as the bubble people brought their ropes in and out of soap, through the air in the square.
Youth kicking a ball around, while others burnt out energy in the playgrounds across from the café. Watching my son mingle with the locals and play for hours with a boy almost half his age.
The creations by locals artists.
Names hand written and translated from English to Arabic with skill.
The heartbeat of Granada was beautiful. When you travel it’s easy to get caught up in all the sites you want to see. But the people in this Andalusian city made my heart skip a beat.