Spain, Day Three--the day the Spaniards show their true colors (and I'm not talking about red and yellow)
As I sit here in our beautiful apartment in Granada, I feel overwhelming gratitude for how far we have come over the last 20 years. When we came here when we were in the military, we didn't have much money, and we didn't have many resources (the internet was VERY new, and it wasn't a source for travel advice). Now, the possibilities are really only limited by any lack of determination on my part (which isn't much). 20 years ago, we blew in and out of here quickly because all six of us were crammed into a hotel room and just didn't have the cash to stay too long. Now, we can stay here as long as we like and know what there is to see. It's really wonderful. We packed up our stuff in Madrid this morning, and it was a bit of a relief to get out of the tiniest AirBnb that could hold all nine of us. It worked, but it was tight. It was convenient though to be in the middle of downtown Madrid. We dragged our luggage about a half a mile to the park...