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.