We’re starting to get used to the way things work in Spain. You can’t expect things to go the way that you think they will, access to information depends on the mood of the person you ask. And if you’re told ‘yes’ or ‘no’ then that doesn’t necessarily mean that it’s set in stone, and you can get different answers from different people working in the same place.
For example, we tried to buy tickets to the Alhambra palace in Granada. It’s a pretty famous monument, it’s one of the ‘must do’ things in Spain, but for some reason they don’t accept Australian credit cards when you try to book online or over the phone. So we thought we’d try our luck getting tickets once we arrived in Granada. From our online research we knew that Friday’s and Saturday’s tickets were sold out, but there were still a few available for Sunday. When we got to a ticket machine (which did accept our card) on the Thursday it told us that Sunday was sold out but there were tickets available for Friday and Saturday, including the highly prized 8:30am tickets. Not sure what happened there, but no complaints from us. (For anyone who is interested in going to see the Alhambra during peak season, i.e. not winter, you could probably get tickets via a tour company but make sure you book months in advance)
It’s definitely worth the hassle of going to see the Alhambra, it’s full of beautifully & intricately carved walls, ceilings and arches. There was so much to see that I went a little snap happy on the camera and ended up with over 350 photos just from the Alhambra. This wouldn’t be so bad if I was using a point & click camera, but I’ve got a slightly fancier one which means that the format the photos are taken in need to be edited before I can save them in a standard format for viewing on the computer. That’ll teach me to take pictures of any old crap. So the next post should just be pictures of the Alhambra, and it’ll come along once I’ve finished editing all the photos. And yes I have culled a huge number to make it vaguely manageable. (As I’ve been putting this post together I’ve realised that I’ve misspelt the name of the palace in the file names for all my photos, and yes, I am anal retentive enough to go back and rename them all.)
After much research and extensive taste testing I’ve decided that porras (the cousin of churros) are better than churros. The main reason being that they are like a giant sponge to soak up all your chocolate but still nice and crispy on the outside.
Spain has some great souvenirs for Catholics, you can get your own dancing Pope or Jesus for your car dashboard!
Pedr has developed a habit of ringing people’s doorbells when we go out into the stairwell from our apartment because he says they look like lightswitches. Luckily we haven’t had to explain to strangers why we’re ringing their doorbells. Yet…
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