Like a Gypsy

I woke up today at an unbelievably early hour for the weekend. That is, ten a.m. I had a very productive morning. I made myself breakfast, swept and mopped my room, did some laundry, had a shower...I was happy. What was even better was that Paula and I made some adventures afterward. We had a couple hours before she needed to be home for lunch so we met in the center and set off towards the gypsy neighborhood called Sacramonte.

We meandered through the skinny one-way streets where you die if you don't press yourself to the wall as a car passes. Wandering along across a bridge we saw the Alhambra to our right up on the hill tops, and on the left small shops of artesania. We stopped in a place Paula and I now refer to as the Garden of Eden, but is really just the garden of some very fancy house from back in the 1500s. When we were getting ready to leave I saw a man standing in just the perfect position so that the fountain in front of him made for a very strange picture. So I had to copy him. Paula captured it perfectly on film.

Working our butt muscles in a way we never had, we panted heavily and climbed the steep streets to a gorgeous lookout point also facing towards the Alhambra. She pointed out where there is a discoteca built into a cave in the side of the hills we were standing on.

On our way back toward home, and food, we stopped at the Bath House that is one of the last ones so well maintained. It is in a neighborhood that was considered one of the best back in the day. There they had hot, cold, and warm rooms. It was used as a meeting place, people go there to get haircuts, relax, and get massages. The hot room had an underground heater. It was beautiful, and the vent holes in the ceiling were stars. The doors were very tiny and it blows my mind to think how much bigger people are today.