This is why I keep coming back. The smell of incense, the dread-locked guitar players, the harem pants, stern faced fortune-telling gypsies, the view of the Alhambra, the white buildings that dot the horizon, the maze of cobble stoned streets, moroccan style teterias, fountains and statues and history written everywhere, graffiti, strawberry shisha, dangerously enticing dessert bars and who could forget the tapas gratis?
Málaga feels a bit like Sydney, great weather and that sense of home. Granada is all Melbourne, that vibe you get that everything's just a little bit cooler, there's something in the air. An hour and a half away by bus and a completely different Spain altogether. The accent, the vibe, the people.
Full of ex-students who have fallen in love and decided to stay, jugglers and street performers, girls making large bubbles in the plaza and her scruffy looking boyfriend asking for money, Moroccan vendors who speak French, Spanish, Arabic and English and make jokes and ask for your number. There are tan leather bags that catch your eye and a mixture of American, english and european twangs that make you turn your head to see who said what.
Suffice to say, estoy enamorada de Granada. The second love, the enchanting city that steals my interest and a bit of my heart.