Ok, so maybe Granada is really not considered the City of Love, but for Zeis and I it was. And by love, we don’t mean the romantic kind, what we really mean is that we fell in love with Granada. After a very ambitious summer road trip in Spain, kicking off in Barcelona, our ultimate goal was to get to Andalusia. It was one region of Spain that I had not explored very much but have always been interested in and Zeis is crazy about Andalusia (in a good way) so we were itching to experience it together.
Our original plan was to drive south from Barcelona making pit stops in various cities and small towns along the way. The itinerary included Granada, Malaga, Sevilla and Cordoba. We didn’t make it past Granada. Once we arrived in Granada, Spain, it was like we had finally left the big city. It was a city but not too big and it was beautiful. The people were so nice and the city was just so pretty. The reason we never made it to Malaga, Sevilla and Cordoba (we got to visit Cordoba but only for a day trip), was because we enjoyed Granada so much that every morning over coffee we discussed how much we were enjoying ourselves and decided to stay another day and another and another.
For years I fantasized about traveling from the South of Spain to Morocco and though we didn’t do the full itinerary, I finally got to see Granada. The people were warm as was the weather. The Moorish influence was especially appealing to me. The neighborhoods each had their own unique charm. Honestly, it was hard not to fall in love with Granada.