Today consisted of several miles of walking uphill quite a ways. But it was well worth the distance as the views were unbelievable! Just when I think Granada cannot get any better I turn a corner and am left breathless (not just because of the uphill hikes.) the beauty is never ending here. From back alley bazaars to hill top monuments I am in love with it all.
Today was a stroll, if you can consider a vertical climb up uneven rocky paving a stroll. The area of Albatzin provides a great view of the Alhambra from across the river. It also provides a great opportunity for window-shopping. The streets are lined with outdoor eateries and mini shops displaying cultural items as well as tourist souvenirs. The long walk was beautiful and the twisting and turning around the residential areas gave me a real feel for the city. It was unique as there were no fences, pavement, driveways, streets, or signs. It is as though you are lost in a labyrinth of little alleyways.
The way of life here is simple. I like it.
This afternoon we ventures up the hills further to find the abandoned caves of the gypsies. This exciting yet unnerving hike was well worth the climb. The caves were surprisingly homelike. The secrets of the gypsies and the way of the flamingo excited me. There were small exhibits explaining the daily chores of the little cast away community. From pottery, weaving, metalworking, herbology, and anything else you can imagine a community would need. Especially the romantic fiery dance of the flamingo.
The caves also have a history of cave dwellings from pre history and around the world. This secret find was wonderful. It was very insightful of what life was like for the gypsies. It was not very glamorous but it still remains mysterious, maybe I just have an over active imagination.
Cave dwelling would be a good sabbatical. With little to no distractions from completing the chores of daily life the experience could eventually get a bit tiresome. However if just for a break from the world, imagine no Internet, television, telephones, or troublesome electronics of any type. I could entertain myself for a bit with that kind of lifestyle.
It is hard to separate myself from the romantic ideas of gypsies and fiery dancing. When im approached by a persistent woman trying to hand me a tree branch I remember that the caves have been abandoned for better luck on the streets. To think that the mysteries of flamingo dancing have come from the heritage of the women scurrying around on the streets of the city offering twigs in exchange for Euros confuses me.
I wonder if there is a common ancestor between the gypsies in Spain to the gypsies in France and for that matter all over Europe.