We don't 'have' the Spanish and they don't 'have' the English. We last experienced summer weather ten months ago
so we have been spoilt in enjoying mostly moderate climes for a while. They have 100 degree weather in Granada;
we don't have the energy. We have the wonderful apartment on the roof garden, fourth or fifth floor, depending
which country you come from. They don't have the elevator.
We have heavy baggage initially and shopping bags to help us climb the stairs. They have the garage for our car
in the basement. Parking bay (space) designed for a motorbike (small one). We ask the people all sorts of questions;
they give us all sorts of blank stares. They have towns and cities that are more than a thousand years old.
It appears the advent of the automobile was not anticipated that early. Poor town planning. Driving the car
in town is only a little easier than parking it in the garage.
Now try and find a hike. We headed to the Sierra Nevada National Park and after a few corrections ended up
on the trail we sought but not before diverting from a path going nowhere. Man, we live in interesting times.
Wouldn't mind a little boredom occasionally, though. The last part of the hike took us straight up, no switchbacks,
no elevator, not even an escalator. With jet lag, irregular sleeping patterns and the intensive heat, it got
the pulse gyrating. Are we having fun or what?
Hiking above the town of Guejar Sierra, Spain.
We took a walk along this dam while lost—it was well worth it, Emb. de Canales.
Many of the houses appear to be wobbly. Sierra Nevada National Park behind.
Getting higher, Guejar Sierra going lower.
Another dam angle.
Hospital from our apartment. We hope only ever to view it, particularly at sunset.
Following tough hike, about to enter a bar to order drinks. Nervous as he prepares to say: "Hola"
again and receive blank stare.
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
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