Forget about the dark skies, the cooling air, the periods of rain. (Last week -- 84f/28c; today -- 45f/7c). Forget about processions, goldenrod buildings, mushroom squares and buggy rides. Our attention on this day is on the Alhambra.
I don't usually get awestruck by castles, palaces, homes of sultans and their wives. But when I first visited the Alhambra, well, my eyes watered. I had read that it was nominated for one of the Seven Wonders of the World (when the updated list came out). It came in 8th. The locals were incensed. I dont know about the politics of nomination, but it hardly mattered to me. The architecture, the setting, the gardens, the art of it -- I felt I had stepped into something out of this world.
The Alhambra has plenty of Spanish Renaissance elements to it. But first and foremost, it is a tribute to Islamic architecture, perhaps the best preserved example of it. The colors, the detail, the courtyards -- they are beyond stunning.
The Alhambra was for the most part built by the Nasrid Dynasty (1232 - 1492) -- these were the last Muslims to rule in Spain and each of the rulers added his own extravagant piece to the complex. The Alhambra isn't just one building. It is a compound of many.
It takes time to walk through it, to look at all that detail. But I put off our visit until the afternoon. The crowds start to thin out then, and the light is really exquisite. This, of course, would have been the case had we the very typical Andalusian sunshine on our backs. On a wet day? It hardly matters. Still, as I noted earlier, you cannot buy tickets at the last minute. This is a "months in advance" kind of thing. And of course, we are constrained to travel during school breaks. So, an Alhambra visit is set for this day, no matter what.
We start the morning leisurely. Breakfast is downstairs, in the "garden." Closed to the elements, thank goodness. Even so, it's cool there.
(these pastries are of the holiday, and of familiar Arabic traditions: lots of honey, nuts, fried dough)
(she sticks with her croissant, Iberian ham and pineapple. every day. same thing.)
(in Andalucia, you notice the tiles...)
Afterwards? Well, I coax her into going out to the commercial center of Granada. We find a Corte Ingles. We shop for brothers and cousins. I'm saving the walk through the old town for tomorrow.
(passing by the one item that unravels my pescaterian's resolve...)
And here's a very tiny miracle! The clouds break up! Not totally, but just enough to occasionally reveal a bit of blue. It's unexpected and weird and so very very important for us, because really, the Alhambra in a downpour would be ... difficult to understand. But we're not there yet. Right now, we're just bouncy from this bit of blue!
Alright. Time for our big excursion. First -- I booked a lunch up the hill, close to the entrance of the Alhambra. Jardines Alberto. It's mostly Nasrid cuisine, but with a nod toward Italian as well, so that the girl can fill up on her beloved carbs. It's an uphill hike!
Arrived!
Calamari and pasta for the girl, some egg and veggie mixture for me.
At first, we are alone on the heated patio. But the waiters keep sending people away, saying that they are completely full. In half an hour, I see why: a big group of Korean travelers arrives. As does the music.
I'm not surprised -- we are so close to one of the Alhambra gates. And I dont really mind, even though I know for a fact that none of the songs they play are Andalucian. Indeed, perhaps not even Spanish
At 3 pm we meet up with Miriam. Again I opt for walking through these incredible places with a local person who can inspire Snowdrop to think more broadly about what she is seeing. Miriam runs her own Granada "walk with a local" gig and she is good! She takes it all out of my hands: the decisions as to where to go first, what to bypass, where to really take a deep dive into the artistry and architecture.
And once more I will post pictures and be sparse with the commentary. I should note that there are several structures here that stand apart from all the rest -- the Palace of the Lions and the Palace of the Comares and, too the Hall of the Abencerrajes. Both appear below. [To appreciate it even more, you'd have to know that the Alhambra was taken over by the Spanish Royals at the end of the Islamic rule (it's back to Isabella and Ferdinand who got comfy here in 1492), and, too that the entire complex was then abandoned and damaged, falling into disrepair in the 17th and 18th centuries. The restoration was in great part encouraged due to the writings of the American author Washington Irving, who visited Alhambra and produced the wildly popular Tales of Alhambra in 1832.]
(first climb: the bell tower, and yes, you can see through the haze the snow-capped mountains to the north!)
The first wow is always the entrance into the Nasrid complex.
(Yep, Palace of the Lions)
(this is why you need the sun here...)
(oh, the courtyards!)
(and the reflecting pools...)
(and the Alhambra cats!)
(from Generalife, you get the views)
(Miriam plays skipping games with Snowdrop)
(oh, but the views!!)
(and the blooms: roses and wisteria)
(the Summer Palace)
(one last breathtaking moment)
(and down the hill we go, returning to Granada, with this one good bye from a place that did its utmost to get us to notice!)
Tell me that there was not magic to this trek up to the Alhambra!
We eat dinner at the hotel. After a full day and a cool day, nothing is better than staying close to the hearth.
It is our last night in Andalucia. I'd say we had an intense time here! Lots to think about, to remember and cherish.
with love...
