Granada, Andalusia

Baza had been a nice overnight stop. The interesting town and the backdrop of the mountains that surrounded us stunning. Being close to Granada now, just an hour and a half away, we were keen to be away early this morning. The area we were heading to was close to the city by bus, and a real plus was there was a toilet and shower on site. Really unusual for an area. By eleven paperwork completed at the reception.

 Margery in her chosen spot, we paid our one euro each for a five minute hot shower. The aire had cost sixteen euros because of its location closed to the city, and the fact it was gated for security. We were fine with that. From our spot we have views towards the mountains, some of the higher peaks frosted with snow.

Over the fence beside us is a field of artichokes. Thousands of them almost ready for harvest. Taking advantage of the hot water on offer we washed some items of clothing. Angela decided today might be a good day for a bra change, so with abandon she stripped off. In the field of artichokes a man tended the crop. 'Watch out! That man's got his hoe out', remarked John. His lucky day then. Angela was very excited we were in Granada. There were two places she definitely wanted to visit on this trip, one was the Sagrada Familia in Barcelona, ​​​​the other The Alhambra in Granada. Armed with information on which bus to take into the city we packed our rucksacks with lunch and began our afternoon of exploring. A second bus journey on a smaller bus took us up the narrow streets to The Alhambra. The place was heaving, mostly with Americans. There were no tickets available to visit inside or walk around the gardens, these were all sold out until the end of May.

But the unticketed areas we could access accordingly us time. We walked around the outside walls, peered into the gardens and marveled at the buildings we could access. Especially the renaissance building of Carlos V, which was stunning. After a few hours we caught the bus back down and went in search of the cathedral.

What a fantastic building. The amazing architecture. We'd been on our feet for five and a half hours, but we felt rewarded from seeing so many wonderful sights. Just after six, we were glad to see our return bus arrive at the stop. Let's talk Spanish bus drivers here. Irritable, miserable, obviously don't enjoy their job would sum them up. This evening we are exhausted, the traveling of the last few days now catching us up. We also feel we have a 'touch of the sun'. Today the weather has been beautiful with the temperature at 25c. Yesterday it was 9c. All quiet in the field of artichokes this evening. No men peaking through the fence. Angela knows that you get to an age when peeking at her breasts is no longer a spectator sport.