A Granada is a Pomegranate

Last night there was a free flamenco show at the Centro. It was a girl dancer and a male guitarrist and then the vocals were on a recording cause they didn´t have one. But it was really cool and I like seeing the dancing so much more than just the singing. At the end, they asked for volunteers and Mike, the only boy on our program, went up and danced with the girl. It was really hysterical and we got some good pictures from it all. Everyone told him he was really brave.

Today we took our last trip as a group to Malaga. It reminded me of a smaller Sevilla, and it was really clean and there was a beach there. Also, we rode in a double decker bus and I got the first seat on the top deck so i got a great view of Spain the whole way. We saw the Cathedral, the Picasso Museum, and the Alcazar. It was so warm - I couldn´t believe it! They hang insane Christmas lights all over the place, but they´re not lit yet. It was cool to see, none the less.

When we drove back into Granada, all the mountains surrounding the city where snow-peaked and I was listening to music and had that great front row seat and I started feeling really emotional about leaving. I´m not sure I´ve really described Granada too well. It´s so beautiful. The newer streets are kinda boring, but everything else is quaint and cobblestone. The streets are a winding confusing web of arab influence. Everyone is fashionable. The babies all ride around in these very serious strollers than look they would survive being run over by a tank. Everywhere you look are mountains, now snow-capped, with little arab houses scattered up their slopes. There are two rivers, and you can see the Alhambra high up in the mountains. Anyway, I live in a newer apartment building so it´s not all that impressive... But anyway, I just really love it and now am very sentimental about leaving.

That´s all. I´m still trying to plan something for next weekend but it´s a holiday weekend so things are expensive or booked... Miss you all! Two weeks!!!