2 HOURS IN GRANADA

Granada in two hours was an interesting challenge. We took what was sold as a semi-private tour from Sevilla that in this case meant being picked up at a designated area close to Torre de Oro, conveniently close to where we were staying, and driven off with six people in a van that could awkwardly fit seven. The seats were configured like a London taxi where we were all facing one another, which would have been fine if we were all in the same group, but as two others were complete strangers to us, it was uncomfortable from the start. It didn’t help that the two were a somewhat fussy, very critical, wanna-be power-gay couple, one in particular with an increasingly annoying valley girl vocabulary, and who also happened to be Asian. After a pit stop  in the middle of nowhere to change vans, we finally reached Granada after 2.5 hours, got dropped off at Plaza Mariana Pineda like hostages released after a kidnapping, and left to fend for ourselves in the wilds of the city center. I thanked my lucky stars I’d tagged a few places in Granada worth visiting beforehand, so with confidence we walked to the closest destination that was the Cathedral, which was consistently beautiful and thankfully open such that we were lucky enough to see the inspiring interiors. I kept constant watch on the time and there was just enough to grab a cab to Mirador de San Nicolas for a nice birds’ eye view of Granada, and then back near our the meeting place for a leisurely lunch. We randomly chose the unassuming Chikito, sat by the outdoor dining section clueless to how unique it was.

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Despite the impromptu facials from the mister above our table, the food turned out to be excellent, the Jamon Iberico in particular. Interesting as well since a very passionate man who served us the Jamon insisted it was the best in the world, and invited us to come inside the main restaurant and take pictures of the dark-skinned Joselito-branded ham hanging from the bar. We took him up on his offer and got introduced as well to a larger than life monument to Federico Garcia Lorca sitting immortally in a corner of the restaurant. Evidently this was were Lorca spent a lot of time as far as I could understand him in his machine gun Spanish, as he lively tried to explain the history of the restaurant.

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We had just enough time to enjoy our meal, finish off the sangria, and head back to our van for the next part of the tour. Our short time in Granada was in all aspects a great taste of the city. Hopefully I get to have another taste of the ‘pomegranate’ soon.

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