Cynthia plays in a community band in Granada. They wear awesome uniforms (and Cynthia’s is especially awesome because it’s super too big. but I am a good friend and am not going to put up the picture of her in it that I took.* ), and play really dramatic and stirring marches. and are really unpredictable about when and where they are going to play, even for band members. and at the concert we went to the director was late, entered to an ovation, threw down his backpack, and started to conduct. it was great.
thanks for letting us come to your concert, Cynthia!
*I’m saving it for her wedding slideshow.
a super-processed view of the Alhambra and Granada. it’s worth clicking on it to look at it bigger.
This is what I said on facebook about Carl’s and my clubbing experience:
Last night Carl and I went to a real, live Spanish nightclub. With gold chairs. And absurdly loud music. and Spanish guys sharking on all the girls. yeah. it happened. Cultural Experience, man.
and then I had to clarify:
Unfortunately “sharking” is NOT a goofy dance move in which one does the “baby shark dun dun dun dun dun dun dun” dance, and it is in fact “hitting on in a particularly sleazy or aggressive way”. It’s British slang.
Well, we didn’t take any pictures in the club (because that would have been so unbearably, immeasurably uncool as to cause my future children to hide in mortification at some random moment in 25 years), so this will have to do:
the couches weren’t gold when we went, but the chairs up top still were.
and that stamp on my hand is proof that I was there.
Granada is known for its “street art”. Some of it is suuuuper neat, like this large scale mural that overlooks the city, or the painting of the flamenco dancer below.
but, honestly, most other places, it’s just unoriginal graffiti scrawls that make the city look unkempt. Maybe I’m just not artistic enough, but overall I was not all that impressed. Clever or impressive, large works are great. I’m just not sure about the rest.
this is the old Arabic Quarter of Granada. it’s full of twisty little streets and steep hills and tea shops and character, just a few minutes walk from a pretty generic shopping district that could be in any city. I was glad we were based there.
this place is huge. it’s so, so big. and I got to go to a Mass there. Not only is going to a service the free way to see cathedrals, but it also helps me get a sense of the church in the context for which it was intended (at least in part): worship.
So that’s why I have no pictures of the inside.
Sometimes it’s better that way.
I’m not usually an outdoors-y person, but, I’m learning more and more that I am just a Very Specific Set of Circumstances Outdoors Person. These circumstances include:
-sunny, with blue skies
-between 70 to 85 degrees
-some sort of water feature (lake, stream, ocean, whatever)
-helicopters! (actually, that’s not required, but it was a surprising edition)
-some dogs! (see previous post)
anyway, those categories were all met on our hike outside of Granada. It was quality.