Here
it is.. the Torre de la Vela, where the Christian cross was raised
in 1492, marking the final end of Moorish Spain.
(I totally had to look that up)
Looking
down a crumbling rampart.
This
is still inside the Alhanbra... I'm not sure how this happened, but we
don't have 1 shot looking up at the Alhambra from the city below. Probably
because we never had any idea where we were, I guess....
In
addition to the palace and the fortress, the hilltop compound also contains
the sprawling Gardens of Generalife.
Hey,
nice statue. Look at that chisled bastard.
That's
Faith hiding behind the jumping waters.
With
our skin burnt and our feet aching from a day of wandering, we
eventually headed back down. Carl's taking a rest
at the Puerta de las
Granadas, where, according to Washington Irving, a small child hid
as an enitre ghost army passed through the portal. No sign of them
at 6:00 on a Thursday, though.
Meanwhile,
Faith scrambles up this small rock and seems
very pleased with herself...
...
before she leaps down deftly with alarming speed.
Heading
through the gate that transports us back into modern Spain.
That
night us and two Canadian girls decided to go and see us some flamenco
music. There was apparently some famous guy playing in town, with a band
that
specialized in the fusion of Spanish and Indian flamenco. We eventually
found
our way to a small, unmarked basement bar that was amazingly crowded considering
it was a
small, unmarked basement bar.
But
we got to see THIS guy. Look! He's the guy on the poster!
(and he was absolutely amazing)
Early
the next morning we
headed back to Madrid on the train
that sped through
a foggy landscape that echoed our foggy heads. Our time in Spain has unfortunately
come to an end.
We
purposely saved this part of the trip for last, knowing that our dwindling
funds
would stretch further in the inexpensive south of Spain. Now we had but
one last
destination before cutting our losses and heading back home.
And
we were going to need every last nickle for Paris.
