Granada
During a break in our Young Adult activities, we hurried down to my old mission area. We took the high-speed train to Granada by way of Seville. I have a vivid memory from 40 years ago of looking out a train window at miles and miles of olive trees—and there they were again! I suspect I must have flown into Madrid and taken the train to Seville back then, though the details are a bit fuzzy now.
Once we arrived at the Granada station, the adventure and the miracles didn't stop. We were able to reconnect with a woman (now a grandmother!) whom we had taught decades ago. (You can read more about that in my newsletter posts, Found But Not Lost and Found But Not Lost 2).
Orange trees were everywhere, making the city smell absolutely amazing from the train station all the way to the palace. Unfortunately, we hadn’t purchased tickets for the Alhambra ahead of time because our plans were so uncertain until the day before we left. Tickets usually need to be booked far in advance, especially during the holidays, but we still spent hours wandering through the beautiful public gardens and the museum.
We explored the old city and hiked up to the high points to take in the breathtaking vistas of the Alhambra against the backdrop of the snow-capped mountains. We ate wonderful food, and I can say—hands down—the best churros we have found so far are in Granada! We even watched a flamenco show. While I remember seeing flamenco dancers in the public squares years ago, and we did see one street performer this time, we decided to pay for a seated show to truly take it all in.
