in complete contrast of my last post featuring the Luisa Rossitto colour explosion - the crispy white lonely streets of greens, blues, greys, + the afternoon sun in Granada Spain. One thing became really obvious to me not long after I arrived. The place is full of runaways.
A Little gorgeous town full of secret streets and alleyways in hillsides. Walking the steep, steep cobbled stone streets and looking back to see the Sierra Nevada mountains basically from any view was such a delight. I didn't get hassled at all and felt so comfortable walking around the runaway dreadlocks and smelly punks. they made me feel actually at home. I miss you Granada.
When the waiter brought me that tidbit of surprise tapa after every every glass of beer I purchased ... I had to act normal and hold the excitement. I thought this would be previously impossible. I have never experienced such food ... good spanish food brought to me by handsome creatures to accompany my locally crafted beer? Literally my 2 favourite things, delicious food + good beer, hand in hand. It was hard to grasp and felt like there was a catch. But there was none.
When the waiter brought me that tidbit of surprise tapa after every every glass of beer I purchased ... I had to act normal and hold the excitement. I thought this would be previously impossible. I have never experienced such food ... good spanish food brought to me by handsome creatures to accompany my locally crafted beer? Literally my 2 favourite things, delicious food + good beer, hand in hand. It was hard to grasp and felt like there was a catch. But there was none.
I bought earrings for my sister and still waiting to see her wear them. I love you Granada. You won't need to change and hope you don't.



















































































































