Wednesday 18 January 2012
We rose early so as to get the most out of our day at the Alhambra. The air was crisp but clear from the rain the night previous, and with jackets and gloves we marched from campsite to bus stop to Alhambra! A friendly employee gave us a map of the grounds and a little explanation of some of the highlights and with audio-guided tours in hand (courtesy of Dian's parents), we began our tour. (Oh, and Charles got in gratis!)
To our surprise and delight, our audio-tour was narrated by Washington Irving (well, someone voicing him)! Although Nicole and Myles found it delightfully cheesy at times, it was really quite enjoyable in comparison to other sometimes dry narrators. Dian agreed it brought a lot of life and romance to the already fantastic yet serene buildings. We spent much of the day strolling around and it was nice to have the luxury to go at our own pace and gaze upon all the "juicy pommygranates" (as Irving put it).
Although our tickets were a combined entrance to the Alhambra and the Generalife, we still only had a certain amount of time for both of them because people are allowed but a few hours in the actual buildings (to cut down on crowding) and the Generalife closes earlier than the rest of the grounds. So, tearing ourselves away we hightailed it to the gardens to make the most of out last hours there. From the gardens we climber atop a tower for a breathtaking view of all of Granada. The sun was in a glorious position for pictures.
With this we said goodbye to Mr. Irving and the beautiful place he had led us through, and went home. Nicole and Myles started playing the "i" game (a game where one person tries to stump the other by ending their sentence with a word rhyming with "i") to pass the time. This game still has not ended.
Back at the bungalow Myles played his first game of Boggle with us. Poor thing didn't know what he was getting himself into. Nicole killed everyone with her score so that even veteran players Charles and Dian were humbled.
We called Dian's folks, though Marie wasn't there, and we all thought of Marie's mother Martha, who would have been 121 that day.
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| Note: Some of the pictures correspond to each other, like these two (above, below). See if you can spot them all |
We rose early so as to get the most out of our day at the Alhambra. The air was crisp but clear from the rain the night previous, and with jackets and gloves we marched from campsite to bus stop to Alhambra! A friendly employee gave us a map of the grounds and a little explanation of some of the highlights and with audio-guided tours in hand (courtesy of Dian's parents), we began our tour. (Oh, and Charles got in gratis!)
To our surprise and delight, our audio-tour was narrated by Washington Irving (well, someone voicing him)! Although Nicole and Myles found it delightfully cheesy at times, it was really quite enjoyable in comparison to other sometimes dry narrators. Dian agreed it brought a lot of life and romance to the already fantastic yet serene buildings. We spent much of the day strolling around and it was nice to have the luxury to go at our own pace and gaze upon all the "juicy pommygranates" (as Irving put it).
Although our tickets were a combined entrance to the Alhambra and the Generalife, we still only had a certain amount of time for both of them because people are allowed but a few hours in the actual buildings (to cut down on crowding) and the Generalife closes earlier than the rest of the grounds. So, tearing ourselves away we hightailed it to the gardens to make the most of out last hours there. From the gardens we climber atop a tower for a breathtaking view of all of Granada. The sun was in a glorious position for pictures.
With this we said goodbye to Mr. Irving and the beautiful place he had led us through, and went home. Nicole and Myles started playing the "i" game (a game where one person tries to stump the other by ending their sentence with a word rhyming with "i") to pass the time. This game still has not ended.
Back at the bungalow Myles played his first game of Boggle with us. Poor thing didn't know what he was getting himself into. Nicole killed everyone with her score so that even veteran players Charles and Dian were humbled.
We called Dian's folks, though Marie wasn't there, and we all thought of Marie's mother Martha, who would have been 121 that day.
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