GRANADA, I’m falling under your spell…
Monday, June 22nd, 2009by Kameryn Westling
Last weekend on a trip with the program that I am studying abroad with, we went to Granada, the city which means “pomegranate” in Spanish. If you ever have the chance to go, do it! We went by bus, which took a little under six hours. The ride down was so interesting. We went through countryside that was mostly flat and looked somewhat like the Mid-West of the US. However, amidst the fields of crops and vineyards were fields of solar panels. And a little further down the road were wind turbines lining the mountain ridges. We wound around the mountains and finally arrived in Granada!
This city is nostalgic. It’s like walking through the set of a movie. It’s very bright and clean. The buildings are mostly white and yellow and the sidewalks are all marble tiles. What’s more, the streets have sashes of burlap hanging over them to shade the sun. And every window has geraniums hanging out of them-all of this against the backdrop of snow-capped mountains! It’s bizarre, yet lovely as well.
First on our itinerary, we went to a tetería (an Arabic tea house). The ambience was very relaxing and cosy. We ordered a special kind of green tea with mint and some sort of honey or nectar. They served it with the BEST baklava any of us had ever had in our lives. Dee-lish! Afterwards, we went to an authentic gypsy cave for a live Flamenco performance, where we were served sangrías and sat back to enjoy the show! It was phenomenal! A family of pure-breed gypsies entranced us with their “duende” (the passion and charisma that one gives to the audience which paralyzes them).
The next day we had a tour of La Alhambra (meaning “The Red Palace”), which was built in the 6th Century, when Spain was under Arab rule. It is very simple on the outside, just red bricks but the inside is astounding. Every single surface is carved with delicate detail signifying the Muslim faith. You can still see the remnants of royal blue paint in some of the detailing. And the thing just keeps going on and on; courtyards, fountains, gardens, rooms. It’s a challenge to imagine the décor and what it would be like to live there day-to-day with tapestries, fine carpets, ceramic vases and pots, fires, children running around with their concubine mothers. What a sight to behold! In addition the gardens are glorious and pretty much every person in our group now wants to get married there. The tour is long and takes about three hours and to see it all is about 30 euros but well worth it.
Granada is a great place to go for a long weekend. I could help but find myself walking around humming the old Frankie Laine song “Granda” that my grandma used to sing .
“Granada, I’m falling under your spell,
And if you could speak, what a fascinating tale you would tell.
Of an age the world has long forgotten.
Of an age that weaves a silent magic in Granada today.
The dawn in the sky greets the day with a sigh for Granada,
For she can remember the splendor that once was Granada.
It still can be found in the hills all around as I wander along.
Entranced by the beauty before me,
Entranced by a land full of sunshine and flowers and song.
And when day is done and the sun starts to set in Granada,
I envy the blush of the snow-clad Sierra Nevada.
For soon it will welcome the stars while a thousand guitars,
Play a soft habanera.
Then moonlit Granada will live again the glory of yesterday,
Romantic and gay.”
A unique experience indeed!