I am sitting here with my second-hand hot waterbottle in my lap looking out my floor to ceiling apartment windows at the people of Granada walking by with their umbrellas. They are befuddled and confused as to what to do about this confounded weather. They think, "Its like rain, so I guess I need this...but then again, it hardly gets me wet." That is to say,
IT´S SNOWING IN GRANADA.
My mind is blown, and my body is freezing. I was thinking about going out for a long walk today through the Gypsy neighborhood, Sacromonte, but this now seems like more of a torturous trek than anything. I do not know if I have the guts. I mean, I know I am a Norwegian, who grew up in Chicago, Iowa, Minnesota but I am still such a wimp with the cold.
It has been discovered that it is very cheap to travel to the Canary Islands, so that is what the WSU kids are planning to do over our week of vacation before our real classes start. Sunshine, beaches...it makes me drool to think of it.
I can´t stop laughing as I see all of the umbrellas walking by below me on the street.
The other day I visited the actual Alhambra, not just the lookout point. It was so amazing. I wanted to eat all of the hand carved walls because they looked like they were carved out of sugar. Imagining individuals spending months, or years on one piece of that wall, it made me grateful that it wasn´t me. The rediculous measures that humans go to to enjoy beauty. I cannot imagine having that kind of passion or patience. Go artisans! Go MOM!
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