Lock Cutters, Old Ladies and Flamenco

About to head out from Granada--- LOOVE this city. It has such a peaceful, small town feel for a city. The hostel we are staying in is high on a huge hill, overlooking the whole city and the Alhambra, a HUGE Moorish Castle. The history here is so interesting- an endless battle of religion and power. Our hostel is very come-and-go, free feeling. It is run by mostly other travelers who loved Granada and figured out a way to stay. Tempting... we may not return. :)

We are figuring out our transportation to Arcos and Ronda- small towns in Andalucia, the south of Spain. 

PS Blair was able to open her locker (in the hostel) because her cute ways, pictionary skills, and broken spanish endeared the hardware man who allowed her to borrow his lock cutters. (Robin, recall to your days at South... they were huge). Thus, she spent a morning rushing around Barcelona with huge lock cutters in hand--- they were half her size, for a lock which was as thick as a small screw. Don´t worry, she got her stuff out, and we bought the man pastries. Yum Yum.

PPS--- our train experience. As we entered the train Blair goes "I hope we don´t have to share our sleeping car with old ladies who want to go to bed early." GUESS WHAT!

They were nice though, even when we kept dropping things from our top bunks. The space between the bunks was about a foot wide, and the bunks were probably 2.5 feet wide. Good thing we are small people. Sleeping car is a misnomer. Marissa didn't sleep more than 2 hours. Hopefully we will get more accustomed to it. 

PPPS- last night saw a flamenco performance over dinner that had us frozen with our spoons full of gazpacho in midair. So powerful, so beautiful, so strong.