Three years ago, to the day, I left Granada to move to the UK. That is the town I was born in and where I spent all my life. I moved to Edinburgh with a limited budget, with no family and no friends to help make the transition. In those three years, I was never able to come back home.
And I’m not here alone. There is a colleague of mine who I always kept pestering about what a wonderful city Granada is. I have told him time and again that Granada is pretty much paradise and that Granadians are the most welcoming people he would ever be likely to meet. I told him that he would never have tastier food or find better weather than he would in Granada.
Crazy thing is… it’s true. The city… the people… the weather and the food… all of it. It’s all true.
But let’s go step by step.
We started our trip last Friday. We spent well over 12 hours traveling—took a train from Oxford to Birmingham, a plane from Birmingham to Málaga, and a bus from Málaga to Granada. Despite this soul- and body-wrecking journey, we still found the strength to go out right after we had left our luggage at our accommodation.
Because, you see, nights in Granada—in Spain in general, but in Granada in particular—are unlike anything in the UK. Families stay in the streets well past midnight, having a drink or listening to street musicians, maybe having a walk through one of the many romantic plazas or colourful streets. If you want to imagine what that’s like, try to picture yourself walking through a bohemian Mediterranean night filled with many-coloured lights, soul-touching melodies, and the delicious aroma of exotic foods.
That night, we didn’t come back home until half past five.
And Saturday—Saturday was birthday time! My actual birthday is on the 17th of September, but since I’m only going to be here for a week, I thought I might as well celebrate with all my childhood friends. We literally spent all day out: from having tapas in Plaza Einstein, to having coffee and waffles while playing board games at a bar, to a table football-filled night spent with incredible people—thank you, all of you!—in pubs that played all my favourite songs.
Yesterday was a day of relax. We had the most abundant meal—migas with sardines, fish fritura, and a flan—for less than 10€, then had a cup of tea at a carmen (an Albaicín house that leans on the slope opposite the Alhambra—I took the photo above from our seats), then a walk through the Arabic quarter that culminated in a delicious meal on a well-hidden tetería that towered above both Christian and Muslim monuments.
All the while, we are staying in a comfy, very central, very beautiful carmen with a tremendous terrace and a wonderful view. The photo below is the entrance to our house—if you want to see more photos of it, you can take a look at its Airbnb page.
So far, my claims that Granada is indeed paradise have been confirmed. The best thing is, we still have four more days of holidays ahead of us. We still have to visit the Alhambra, the Cathedral, the Sacromonte abbey, the flamenco caves… The best views Granada has to offer ahead of us are still ahead of us!
The only thing I could possibly say to finish this post is, I feel truly blessed that I was born in Granada.
Disclaimer: All photos are the property of Miguel Olmedo Morell