granada

granada, in southern spain, is beautiful.

to get there we rode over hills covered in neat rows of vineyards and olive orchards. each one claimed by an old, stone cottage. the sun in granada is so orange and pink that i was always thinking of fruit juice.

granada reminded us of rome and we reminisced about our honeymoon. we saw three weddings as we wandered around and, as we watched the third bride walk into a church on the arm of her father, i felt like i was a part of it.