Or maybe even: The Youthful, Urban, European Alger of Spain I departed Córdoba Monday morning (well, afternoon, really, but this is Spain and I was on vacation) under perfect blue skies and fluffy clouds and caught a bus for Granada. I'd been to Granada already, in early March, but was sick and bad things kept happening and I ended up focusing all my energy on trying to keep it from being The Trip From Hell. And in the end it wasn't, but anyone who's ever been to Granada knows that it deserves better than that. My friend Chelsea, who is from Oregon and is my sole link to Northwest culture out here in the wilderness, was going to be in Granada with a couple of her friends from home and I decided to crash her
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