Off to Granada

Thursday, 1st of November, 2012

I woke at 8:30. I went online to search for hostels or a couch to surf on in Granada. At 9:00am, I woke Alex and rushed to the bus station to exchange our 10:00 am tickets for a later time.  We got to the bus station and were informed that there was no one to help us.  We would have to exchange tickets with the bus driver.  This seemed to complicated so we ran back to the house to pack.

Twenty minutes of stressful-rushed packing.  We left the apartment running at 9:50am.  Some bus drivers like to leave ten minutes early – some don’t arrive until the time of departure.  Fortunately, we arrived before the bus did.  We hopped on and arrived in Murcia an hour after.

Our bus to Granada would depart at 4:30pm giving us about 5 hours in Murcia.  We walked around making stops at chino stores, and other random shops.  We walked through and alley and stopped at a church with modern doors.   Inside was a volleyball net, moon bouncer, sand, and other beach accessories. We were shocked. The church was actually a convent turnd art space.  The artist turned the space into a beach so people can relax.  We were allowed to jump in the bouncer, play volleyball, and take some free pins. We exited exhausted from the jumping.

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We walked around in Murcia, rested at parks, and returned to the bus station. We got into our bus and headed towards Granada. It was a 4 hour bus ride. We stopped once in Velez Blanco, a small Andalusian town, just to drop people off.  An hour before arriving, I got on my phone and started looking for couches or hostels.  We were not prepared and soon arrived with no place to go. It was 8:30

At Granada’s bus station, we waited around to get picked up by Kat’s friend, Alberto.  He was kind enough to drop us off near the city center so we could look at hostels.  We exited the car in the middle of traffic and agreed to meet in a few hours to explore the town.  We checked out a few hostels. Hostel meridian was nice enough to let us use their computers to look on the web for nearby hostels.  Fortunately, someone replied on the Granada Auxiliares Facebook page.  Zebbie, an auxiliar from Pennsylvania, offered us her couch for the weekend. We were relieved but still had to meet her at the Puerta Real.  This was probably the first spot in Granada where we felt we were somewhere special.  Zebbie showed up and took us to her flat less than 10 minutes away on foot.  I payed close attention to the surroundings making sure this wasn’t an ambush.  It wasn’t.  Zebbie was a really nice girl. By the time we settled down, we were alrady supposed to meet Alberto an our roommates, Kat and Alex, by the town hall.

Puerta Real

We met up, walked about 45 minutes to the southeast part of town. We ate at Garden, a tapas bar with vegetarian options.  The food was great and cheap.  We got to know Alberto a little better and met two peolple from the states. One of them was a guy from Whittier, California who was studying in Granada. The city’s university is apparently a hotspot for studying abroad and erasmus students. The nightlife was lively– young people, open, bars, and all walking distance.  Often, strangers pestered you with bar flyers. We stopped at a chupeteria where we realized it was getting late.  We told Zebbie we wouldn’t stay out past 1am so we headed back at about 12:40pm.  Amissa and I takled to her for a bit and then cuddled onto the couch shaping our bodies in a form resembling a yin-yang.

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