I was really, really glad I wore my hiking boots.

No, but seriously. I was really, really, really glad I wore my hiking boots. Granada is the steepest city I have yet been to. It was my first trip to the South, a long time wish while in Spain. The main thing drawing me to this region was Flamenco dancing. Granada is known for housing  THE most symbolic touristic sight, representative of Spain: La Alhambra. This was a small city that housed around one thousand residents in Moorish Spain – a period that lasted about 7 centuries, starting in the 700’s. When we think of Spain’s stereotype, we often picture bullfights, Flamenco dancers, ham, and sangria. … Continue reading I was really, really glad I wore my hiking boots.

For Both of Us

I could see grace flowing through her veins, down her arms, and out the tip of her fingers. I saw his power down his spine, legs, and out his feet. Sweat cascading down his face, drops of it flying out onto the tablas and maybe even an audience member. He was making an effort. Not the kind of effort that wears you out and exhausts your body, no. It was the kind of effort that brings you to life. I had been melancholic, homesick already and it had not even been a week! Knowing Spanish is an advantage – no … Continue reading For Both of Us