Today, my friend and I hitched a ride to Granada and a teacher who works at my school offered to drive us down there – since he was going to visit his family.
The way there went by fast only because we were engaged in friendly conversations. So, the four hours flew by quickly.
Finally, we made it towards the the narrow city. The car barely fit while cruising through the cobbled street road. Outdoor markets and tourists alike were present.
“Okay, this is the stop. Can’t go anywhere without the cops following me on my tail,” he said. “See you soon!” Then he dropped us off in the middle of the street.
Soon, we grabbed our gear and made our ascent up the hilly terrain of Albaicín. (If you have a rolling luggage, either be in great physical health, have someone else roll it, or just leave it at home.)
Once we got to the apartment and unpacked our gear, we began exploring. It was like we entered some candy shop or playground and everything was new and fascinating.
Over the next couple of days, I would find Albaicín as my favorite part of the city.