Fresh 24° Celsius for a moment
Our plan is always to leave early in the morning. But slowly the Spanish rhythm catches up with us and we wake up later and later. This time I wake up at 8(!) and we start packing. Shortly before 9 we are already on the road, including breakfast.
Today the destination is Granada. But first my personal highlight. The drive over the Sierra Nevada. This is the mountain range in the south of Spain, and it even has a ski resort. We save that and drive through a landscape that is not only reddish-brown as usual, but above all surprisingly green. Here the temperatures are less hot and there are also rivers. We don't see them, but what we do see is a lot of green. There are trees and an infinite number of green bushes. Everywhere we drive through vineyards and are happy about the cool 24 degrees. Our highest mountain is a little over 2000 metres (the highest here are well over 3000 and even host ski slopes in summer).
Far above, we take our obligatory espresso break and eat tostados. These are toasted baguettes with something on them. We usually have tomato salad. Gerd also has ham this time.
I would love to drive forever through the Sierra Nevada, but at some point it comes to an end and Granada is waiting. On the way, I book a hostel in the middle of the city and we drive through an enchanted nature park, which still has a good road at the beginning. The further we drive in, the rougher the roads become. Until we end up on a gravel road. But even that is mastered wonderfully by Gerd and his precious cargo of shitty rabbits. After endless bumping, we arrive at the gates of Granada. We quickly find our hostel. Which turns out to be a stroke of luck. A cute and super-friendly little hostel in the middle of the city centre called El Granado.
We take a siesta and in the evening we go into town. Again, as always, much too early, it is only shortly before 7. We let ourselves drift and eat delicacies in a vegan restaurant. We stroll on, get high in the shisha alley without having taken a puff. We look at the endless clothes, cloths, fabrics, spices and teas. We observe the people. We dream of our trip around the world and think about what we would like. A motorbike. Or a camper van. Low-budget or more expensive. Getting to know people. We still lack the language. We think out loud and I take great pleasure in our conversations.
We stroll hand in hand through the illuminated old town, listen to street musicians and see the illuminated Alhambra. Shortly after 12, we fall tired and very happy into our beds. Gerd has to go to the third floor. We sleep in bunk beds with 3 levels. I sleep on the second, he on the top. When one turns, all 6 beds move with him. Very adventurous. But very very cool, this hostel feeling. It's just the closeness to my darling that I miss. I'm already dreaming of the night after next in a tent. I can cuddle in his hollow again...
