<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20378329</id><updated>2009-11-05T17:42:29.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying in Spain</title><subtitle type='html'>"Don’t worry, Everything will still be here when you get back. It is you who will have changed."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Adam and Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20378329.post-114811651991863943</id><published>2006-05-20T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T02:15:19.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And that's all she wrote...</title><content type='html'>This will be my last entry from Granada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have a few more hours here. Hard to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I walked around the city and took it all in, getting enough memories (and pictures!) to last me until I come back. It's a beautiful place for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that I took the risk that I did in coming here. I did one of the things that scared me the most...and it turned out awesome. I would recommend this to anyone (and I'm honestly, not just saying that, it's an amazing experience that people should have in their life, especially in college)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it is that 20 weeks(!) and two extremely overweight suitcases later, I'm leaving this city behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all in a little over 2 weeks when I get back. Thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20378329-114811651991863943?l=granadaspain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/feeds/114811651991863943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20378329&amp;postID=114811651991863943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114811651991863943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114811651991863943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-thats-all-she-wrote.html' title='And that&apos;s all she wrote...'/><author><name>Adam and Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04143429561359162444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20378329.post-114796675577009734</id><published>2006-05-18T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T08:39:15.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>retrospect</title><content type='html'>so it's over and done with. exams are done, papers are turned in, we have a farewell dinner tonight in the albaycin. i wasn't expecting this day to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i find myself getting a bit blurry eyed, a little nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny. i look at the calendar and it says it's may 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. no. that's wrong. it's january 4th. i'm just stepping off a plane, scared and nervous and excited. fresh from celebrating new year's too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;you do a lot of retrospect these last few days. you wonder where the time went and what happened these past few months. it's like that reaction you have when you get off a roller coaster-you step onto the ground and have to think for a minute about the ride you just took, to make sure it really happened because it went by so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, my feet just hit the ground and i'm thinking about the ride--it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took me to parts of the world i had only read and learned about in school. places that you see on tv but never really imagine that you are going to one day be there in person seeing it with your own eyes. i learned so much, ate so much, did so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the thing. you wish for this day to come but then when it does, you kinda wish it wasn't here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bus for barcelona leaves on saturday at 15:45 and i'll be on it. i'm excited to see my aunt. then i go to rome. then i go back to barcelona. then i go home. (hey, that rhymes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. i've been thinking about this day for a while now, but somehow i didn't expect it to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20378329-114796675577009734?l=granadaspain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/feeds/114796675577009734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20378329&amp;postID=114796675577009734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114796675577009734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114796675577009734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/2006/05/retrospect.html' title='retrospect'/><author><name>Adam and Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04143429561359162444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20378329.post-114788526426272175</id><published>2006-05-17T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T10:01:04.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finals are done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have left is a beastly paper to write but it should be cake compared to the exams that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome isn't looking as questionable now. All signs are pointing to "go". :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20378329-114788526426272175?l=granadaspain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/feeds/114788526426272175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20378329&amp;postID=114788526426272175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114788526426272175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114788526426272175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/2006/05/finals-are-done-yippee-all-i-have-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam and Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04143429561359162444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20378329.post-114777918146517933</id><published>2006-05-16T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T04:33:01.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I stay or do I go?</title><content type='html'>I'm getting super excited about going home! I am almost ready to throw in the towel for Rome and just go back to the States sooner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you, my dear readers and fans, are thinking that I am nuts and that I should go and see Rome, but oh man, I can't wait to get back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, must...concentrate...on...finals. :0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20378329-114777918146517933?l=granadaspain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/feeds/114777918146517933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20378329&amp;postID=114777918146517933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114777918146517933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114777918146517933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/2006/05/do-i-stay-or-do-i-go.html' title='Do I stay or do I go?'/><author><name>Adam and Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04143429561359162444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20378329.post-114771861230693528</id><published>2006-05-15T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T11:43:32.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin' hot, hot, hot!</title><content type='html'>Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And rightly so...it's been in the upper 80´s today and it doesn't look like it's going to cool down anytime soon. They say that it's going to get warmer, in the 90's by Wednesday...yikes. I just looked up Portland though and you guys seem to be getting some warm weather yourself..."Record high temperatures expected today"...wow. I'm impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am getting &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; excited to come home. It must sound so silly, but you try being away from home for 132 days (as of today) and then come talk to me about how you aren't feeling excited to come home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, dear readers of mine, I am considering coming back early. I know, I know, super lame-o but again, try being away for this long and then suppress your excitement about going back to your homeland. I still haven't decided but we'll see. Some french toast is sounding mighty tasty at the moment. :0) Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it from here. We are currently in the middle of finals. Took my Civ and Culture one today and think it went well. Tomorrow is European Union and then Wednesday is History of America. Throw in a paper for lit and you have a magnificently exciting and fun-filled week. Nah, it's going fine and I'm actually not minding the studying too much because for the most part it's pretty interesting stuff. That European Union, man, it's a crazy system and I can tell you about it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, this has been a very train of thought entry but I figured I have to mix it up a bit now and then. You know, to make it interesting. After all, my entries are coming to an end here pretty soon and I have to have some fun with this while it lasts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-minus ?? days and counting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH! :0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20378329-114771861230693528?l=granadaspain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/feeds/114771861230693528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20378329&amp;postID=114771861230693528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114771861230693528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114771861230693528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/2006/05/feelin-hot-hot-hot.html' title='Feelin&apos; hot, hot, hot!'/><author><name>Adam and Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04143429561359162444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20378329.post-114745511595128729</id><published>2006-05-13T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T03:09:32.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The latest pics from Granada...</title><content type='html'>Día de la Cruz-the 3rd of May. A holiday typical of Granada where huge decorated crosses are displayed in public places (squares, plazas, etc) and people gather around them and socialize, of course with the ever present wine and beer. Nowadays it's turned into mostly a big botellon but it has roots in religion. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN3033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN3033.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first prize winner for the best cross in Granada. Check out the "mantons de manila" in the background. Very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN3037.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN3037.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cross, this time outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN3045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN3045.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd of people gathered around the cross pictured above. It was raining that day (reminded me of Portland!) but that didn't dampen people's spirits at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN3047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN3047.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cross, a bit farther away from my house. Sadly, you can't see a lot of the decorations because of the plastic that was keeping out the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN3048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN3048.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The botellon forming near a cross &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN3049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN3049.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, Chelsea, Diana and I went to Cafe Futbol for our last churros and chocolate of the semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN3050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN3050.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea, ready to dive in to the plate of churros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN3054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN3054.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "after" pic :0)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN3055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN3055.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the churros, Diana and I went to see another Flamenco show at the CLM. I think I may like flamenco more now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN3058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN3058.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN3061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN3061.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN3079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN3079.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, last weekend we went on our last group trip to the little towns of Ronda and Grazalema in the western part of Andalucia...gorgeous. This is the Plaza de Toros de Ronda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN3088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN3088.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Views of Ronda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN3097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN3097.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN3099.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN3099.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artsy pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN3101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN3101.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fountain at the Casa de Don Juan Bosco in Ronda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN3102.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN3102.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is perhaps what Ronda is most known for, this massive bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN3109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN3109.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in Ronda I found Paco's long lost cousin, Pedro. :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN3110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN3110.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houses in Ronda...very "Andalucia"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN3114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN3114.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanette, Sarah, Diana, Rachel, and Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN3120.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN3120.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN3133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN3133.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view of Grazalema from our "casita". We didn't stay in a hotel this time...we stayed in little cabins that had great views of the town and of the countryside. It would be a great place to stay if you just wanted to relax for a weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN3148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN3148.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana, Katherine, Chelsea, and Colin on our impromptu hike up the side of a random mountain. Let me just say that we definitely blazed a trail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN3159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN3159.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our goal was to make it up to this old, abandoned church on the side of this particular hill. It turned out to be quite pretty and we had some fun testing out the "self-timer" function of our cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN3164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN3164.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we went on an 8k hike...check out this view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN3174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN3174.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiking up the hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN3178.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN3178.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN3181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN3181.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can resist swings? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20378329-114745511595128729?l=granadaspain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/feeds/114745511595128729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20378329&amp;postID=114745511595128729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114745511595128729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114745511595128729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/2006/05/latest-pics-from-granada.html' title='The latest pics from Granada...'/><author><name>Adam and Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04143429561359162444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20378329.post-114737955723539878</id><published>2006-05-11T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:10:40.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that the day to go home is getting close, it seems very far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say that there is such a thing as reverse culture shock...i'm starting to believe "them" already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just feeling very confused about going home to be honest. i am excited but nervous and then i wonder why am i nervous to go home??? i don't understand. it doesn't seem to make sense to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's late though and tomorrow we have this big standardized test to take. hopefully all will turn out alright. i have pics to post from the last week...so much happened. i will try to put them up here soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20378329-114737955723539878?l=granadaspain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/feeds/114737955723539878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20378329&amp;postID=114737955723539878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114737955723539878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114737955723539878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-miss-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam and Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04143429561359162444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20378329.post-114720051378487851</id><published>2006-05-09T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T11:48:33.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the clock is ticking</title><content type='html'>i have 27 days until i go back to portland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish that somehow i could explain how i'm feeling about this. the pros, the cons, the expectations, the worries, the excitement, the tension, the complete and total happy mess of feelings i have about going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure even &lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt; understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was walking on the street today and i saw this one internet cafe. it was the first internet cafe that i went into in granada. i remember the emails that i wrote and who they were for, which computer i used, how i felt as i typed away...i can remember all the circumstances surrounding that evening that seems like yesterday but really was quite a long time ago. almost 5 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think of home and all that is implied with that word and "going back" and i get super excited. thinking about my apartment and how i get to decorate it and all that good stuff. i think of french toast and pancakes, dried fruit that doesn't masquerade as nuts, driving, the radio, the dollar, my family, so many things to be excited about. in a few months, back to school and friends and everything will return to normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i have a little regret about leaving too. i think back to the first few weeks where i was practically paralyzed with doubt, confusion, and everything in between. i wish that i had done things sooner or done more of this or that, but i can't beat myself up too much. i have seen and done so much and i am happy with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; time to move on. this was an experience to have, but it has to end just like everything ends ineveitably. there are new experiences waiting in the future and it's just a matter of time before i find myself getting into something new and exciting that i will think is super cool and challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, i am left with my mixed feelings and my memories of all that has happened. i am left with 27 days in europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20378329-114720051378487851?l=granadaspain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/feeds/114720051378487851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20378329&amp;postID=114720051378487851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114720051378487851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114720051378487851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/2006/05/clock-is-ticking.html' title='the clock is ticking'/><author><name>Adam and Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04143429561359162444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20378329.post-114665718584884028</id><published>2006-05-04T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T03:50:54.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheep &amp; chips</title><content type='html'>This past weekend we had Monday off because of May Day, so I went on a quick jaunt to Northern Ireland. I think of all the places I have been to so far, it has to be one of my favorites. For one thing, it was gorgeous. Beautiful scenery everywhere. But the best part were the people. So so friendly and kind. I already want to go back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN2843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN2843.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The welcome sign in the HUGE Derry City airport. (Sense the sarcasm? heh. This place was about as big as my house...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN2844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN2844.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got off the plane it was about 9am and I was thinking of just going straight into town and checking out the hostel. When I inquired about busses going into town (vs. super expensive taxis) I discovered I had to wait until 10:30 to catch the next one. I waited around for a bit and then figured I would get some info on how to get to the Giant's Causeway from the information desk at the airport. The lady told me that I could take a bus and quite providentially, one was coming at 9:30...needless to say, I hopped on and went to the Causeway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say that the north coast of Ireland is one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen. It was so green and fertile and although it was a bit windy, the sky was blue and it was gorgeous. From my various bus rides, I got the feeling that wool is one of the main industries of N. Ireland because everywhere you looked little fluffy, white lawnmowers dotted the countryside. Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN2845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN2845.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking east along the coastline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN2849.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN2849.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irish countryside (looking south from the coast)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN2850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN2850.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long way down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was looking down from the upper cliff to the Causeway. You can't really see it that well, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN2851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN2851.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sheep in the distance...baa  :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN2852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN2852.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look closely, you can see the path that winds through the middle of the cliff. There was a place where you could walk down some steep steps and get from the upper cliff to the shoreline within a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN2858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN2858.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A close up of "the Organ"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN2859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN2859.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking west after walking a bit along the coast. Jeez, it was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN2865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN2865.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Causeway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN2867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN2867.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ever-present "artistic pics" of the Causeway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN2870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN2870.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More b&amp;w artistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN2872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN2872.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at "the Organ"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN2875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN2875.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's that explorer looking off into the distance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN2879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN2879.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picturesque path along the upper cliff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN2894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN2894.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little viewpoint on the upper cliff where I sat listening to my iPod and just was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN2928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN2928.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The streets of Derry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN2931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN2931.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very interesting to see the religious tension that still exists here. I wasn't expecting it to be as in-your-face as it was. This part of the city is obviously very Protestant (check out the painted curb and sign post) and although there hasn't been any violence here for years, it was still a reminder of the opposing feelings the country has towards the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN2936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN2936.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infamous "Free Derry" sign in the Bogside of the city (the Catholic part of Derry). This was where Bloody Sunday took place in 1972.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN3012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN3012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Irish flags, evidence of the Irish Nationalists. It was curious to see the Palestinian flag flying in the Bogside, though I think it may be as a sign of solidarity toward the Palestinians since, in some ways, the two situations are similar. The mural shows those who died on Bloody Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murals in the Bogside depicting various scenes from Catholic struggle against the Protestants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN2937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN2937.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN2939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN2939.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN2942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN2942.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN2944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN2944.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN2945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN2945.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A really really bad pic from the Frames show on Saturday night (the lighting was horrible). But yes, that is Glen on the left! Man, it was awesome. I was in the front row on the side and I was in heaven. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN2953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN2953.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I took advantage of a special Sunday bus fare and went to Belfast for the day. This large imposing building greeted me when I got there: Belfast City Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN2959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN2959.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mini Big Ben?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN2962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN2962.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a special treat and because I had read so many books about the Irish and their love of fish &amp; chips, I splurged and went to a restaurant and had authentic Irish fish &amp; chips. Yum. Just don't ask how much it cost...the exchange rate was out of control...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN2965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN2965.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some typical Irish pubs along a typical Irish street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN2970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN2970.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking around, there was a small parade going through the center of town. I tried asking what it was for but never did get a straight answer...I'm figuring it had to do with May Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN2973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN2973.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was May Day weekend and because the following day the Belfast City Marathon was going to be run, there were tons of organized street performers around the city center. This comedian from Canada was trying to juggle the umbrella, baby carrier, and Subway lunch...he didn't quite make it, though it was fun to watch him try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN2982.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN2982.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking back to the bus station in the afternoon, the parade came by again. We're talking a significant number of hours later and these guys were still marching...made me think of the Energizer bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN2985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN2985.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derry is the only remaining completely walled city in Ireland (built back in the 1600's), so on Monday I took a walk around the walls. It was pretty cool and you got a great overview of the city that way.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN2997.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN2997.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the main streets of Derry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN3001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN3001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a neat exhibition in the Guildhall (building that houses the Mayor's office and other city offices) that featured various sculptures made entirely (or almost entirely) from Red Bull cans. This DeLorean was pretty snazzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN3003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN3003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sax was also really impressive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a great trip. Had tons of fun and no snags at all...well, except for the one girl in the hostel who snored...grr. :0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20378329-114665718584884028?l=granadaspain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/feeds/114665718584884028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20378329&amp;postID=114665718584884028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114665718584884028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114665718584884028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/2006/05/sheep-chips.html' title='Sheep &amp; chips'/><author><name>Adam and Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04143429561359162444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20378329.post-114635080046862730</id><published>2006-04-29T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T15:46:40.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live from Derry City, Northern Ireland...</title><content type='html'>it's Saturday Night with your host Marisa! (and the crowd goes wild)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet you didn't expect an update on the road did ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise surprise. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from the Frames show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. I dare someone to find me a better live band. Really, I do. It was AMAZING. 2 straight hours of the best music, stories and craic. (I'm picking up the lingo here can you tell?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Northern Ireland is grand. I would share more but I am absolutely wiped out so this will have to be all for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20378329-114635080046862730?l=granadaspain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/feeds/114635080046862730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20378329&amp;postID=114635080046862730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114635080046862730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114635080046862730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/2006/04/live-from-derry-city-northern-ireland.html' title='Live from Derry City, Northern Ireland...'/><author><name>Adam and Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04143429561359162444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20378329.post-114613322646767192</id><published>2006-04-27T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T03:20:26.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck o' the Irish</title><content type='html'>Northern Ireland trip this weekend. I leave tonight and get back on Tuesday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´m going to see the Frames, on their home turf (well sort of because they are from Dublin and I´m going to be in Northern Ireland...close enough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were amazing when I saw them in Portland in October at the Aladdin and I'm expecting a great show on Saturday. This is going to be their first show in 2 months because they have been recording a new album (yessss!) in France and haven't had time to tour.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am stressed out beyond belief but it´s okay, nothing some fish &amp; chips can't cure. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20378329-114613322646767192?l=granadaspain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/feeds/114613322646767192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20378329&amp;postID=114613322646767192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114613322646767192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114613322646767192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/2006/04/luck-o-irish.html' title='Luck o&apos; the Irish'/><author><name>Adam and Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04143429561359162444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20378329.post-114590224491583847</id><published>2006-04-24T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T11:10:44.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter.</title><content type='html'>Dear World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. You caught me on an off day to be honest. I´m okay, really. I mean classes are fine, the weekend was good, and nothing is wrong at home. I mean come on, tonight &lt;em&gt;¡Mira Quien Baila!&lt;/em&gt; is on-life can´t get much better than that! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, it´s just that last night I got a little down and haven´t really recovered since. See, last night it hit me that I have only a few more weeks here, and I got kind of bummed about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Feli about how time has just flown by and how, these next few weeks until I fly back are going to go by even faster because there is so much to do that will occupy my thoughts and time. I didn´t realize that it was coming up so quickly though. 6 weeks from today I will be on a plane somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean. That´s pretty hard to think about after living and adapting to a place for so long.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;Let´s be honest for a minute, I came here almost reluctantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was miserable the first few weeks. I practically lived at the internet cafe trying desperately to try to keep in contact with "home", with all that I knew and was familiar with. True, there were circumstances that made it even harder for me to leave home than it would have been had things been just normal. It´s fair to say that I was pretty low my first couple weeks. Feli remembered it too and she said that she was glad that I have adapted so well since then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about all that I have seen and done since I got here on January 4th. More than that, I thought of how different I am than when I got here. The person who stepped off the plane in Granada isn´t the same person that will land at PDX. No, if that were the case, I would be disappointed because it is precisely these types of experiences that are supposed to push you and make you that proverbial "better, stronger person". It will be very interesting for me to see how my family and friends see me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;The other day I watched &lt;em&gt;The Motorcycle Diaries&lt;/em&gt;. I had seen it before and loved it, it´s one of my favorite movies, but this time it seemed like it held more meaning for me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In so many ways I am like the protagonist. Traveling, in a way, just to travel. Searching for insight on the world...meeting new people...and gaining perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me more and more that life is a series of interactions with other people and places which consequently mold and shape us. What we see and experience influences our constant evolution in one direction or another, and the impact that my time in Europe has had on me is becoming more and more apparent to me. In so many ways I don´t recognize myself. I think differently, act differently, dress differently. Approach the world in a way that I didn´t before I came. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We are constantly changing, there is no doubt in my mind about that, but somehow this time away has sped up the metamorphosis of me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It both scares and excites me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I now know what I want and why I want it. I am not indecisive as I once was. I can pinpoint things that I like and don´t like, that are fun or boring, that I care about, that are a part of me. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It sounds so trivial, but when you take a step back and look at how many people are influenced primarily by outside sources and only very little by their inner self-knowledge, do you realize how much you want to keep what you know about yourself and let that guide your thoughts and decisions instead of letting others and society do  it for you. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We´re always doing that proverbial "searching for ourselves" it seems, because we are always changing and therefore will never be able to "find ourselves". Because the very next second after we find it, part of us will have changed. Sort of like a theory a good friend of mine has that you can´t hold onto life. You can´t--he´s right--and it´s useless to try. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie...just makes sense to me. I have experienced so much and because of that, many views of mine have been challenged or formed in just a few months. In some ways I ask myself what I will think of Portland and my life back there now but am not too worried about my response. I haven´t been away &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; long I hope. :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I don´t know. There was something there. Something that I had to share just to share. Perhaps no one understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...perhaps someone does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I don't want to think about Portland or my new apartment (yes, I have a new apartment!) or anything that has to do with not being here. I need to live &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; moment, &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have classes to attend, exams to take, certificates to obtain. I still have 42 glorious days in Spain and I intend to enjoy them and savor every moment. I won't have this again for a long time.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to walk home now. Through the streets that for the past 4 months have watched me grow up. Past the old man with the bad eye that always stands on the corner of Matias and Santiago and watches people go by, rain or shine, and is always prepared with an umbrella. Past the cute dog that sleeps in front of the nearby bar. Past the &lt;em&gt;panaderia&lt;/em&gt; where the owner, a cute little older woman, sits and chats with her friend amid the intoxicating smell of fresh bread. Past the people who are walking home, to the store, to the bars, to downtown. Past all those people who all have some story to tell, something to offer the world, to offer me, even if it´s not "that much" or "that obvious". &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´ll look at all of it and think to myself how different I would have been had I not come here and seen for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20378329-114590224491583847?l=granadaspain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/feeds/114590224491583847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20378329&amp;postID=114590224491583847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114590224491583847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114590224491583847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/2006/04/letter.html' title='A letter.'/><author><name>Adam and Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04143429561359162444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20378329.post-114578717540422219</id><published>2006-04-23T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T04:10:30.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know the way to Santa Fe?</title><content type='html'>I do. :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Well at least to the Santa Fe that´s near Granada. One of Chelsea´s professors keeps on telling her class that they should go and check out this tiny town. So following his advice, she, Diana, and I hopped on a bus to see what we could see there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, there wasn´t a whole lot. We had really good luck, however, because they happened to be having this once a year Medieval Market that was really cool. What are the odds that we randomly stumbled into town this particular weekend? Suerte was on our side. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/1%20Santa%20Fe%20sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/1%20Santa%20Fe%20sign.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sign that explains a bit about the town. Main highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It´s where the Reyes Católicos signed the stipulations about Columbus´ trip to the New World&lt;br /&gt;2. It´s where the Reyes Católicos had their base when they were trying to capture the Alhambra during the Reconquista and&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Piononos&lt;/em&gt;, a small pastry/candy are traditional of the town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/2%20poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/2%20poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poster advertising the Medieval Market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/3%20Door%20of%20Granada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/3%20Door%20of%20Granada.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 4 doors to the heart of the city. Each faces a different cardinal direction and takes the name of the city that is in that direction. This one faces Granada and thus is called &lt;em&gt;La Puerta de Granada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/4%20place%20where%20sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/4%20place%20where%20sign.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place where the Reyes Católicos signed the papers for that infamous trip that changed the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/5%20square.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/5%20square.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The town square decorated medieval style for the market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/6%20weird%20car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/6%20weird%20car.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one interesting way to get around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/7%20flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/7%20flowers.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfumed flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/8%20bread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/8%20bread.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm...fresh bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/9%20cakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/9%20cakes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm...look at all those cakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/10%20%20tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/10%20%20tea.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herbs used to cure different ailments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/11%20herbs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/11%20herbs.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More herbs. It was a mini-jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/12%20TEA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/12%20TEA.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tea anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/13%20baskets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/13%20baskets.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand-made baskets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/14%20rose%20at%20lunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/14%20rose%20at%20lunch.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty rose near where we sat and had lunch (I just can´t resist including a couple of my so-called "artistic shots"!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/15%20street%20view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/15%20street%20view.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of the street and all the people out and about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/16%20minstrels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/16%20minstrels.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling minstrels or Spanish guys in costume? You be the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/17%20snake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/17%20snake.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully the snake stayed right where he was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/18%20candies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/18%20candies.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/19%20dried%20fruit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/19%20dried%20fruit.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here´s where the dried fruit has been hiding out...where was it when I got the nuts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/20%20restaurant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/20%20restaurant.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cafe we stopped at to try &lt;em&gt;piononos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/21%20Chelsea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/21%20Chelsea.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea about to devour her &lt;em&gt;pionono&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/22%20authentic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/22%20authentic.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sign assured me that we were getting the real deal as far as piononos go describing them as "legitimate" and "original". With a description like that I find it hard to believe that we were jipped. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20378329-114578717540422219?l=granadaspain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/feeds/114578717540422219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20378329&amp;postID=114578717540422219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114578717540422219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114578717540422219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/2006/04/do-you-know-way-to-santa-fe.html' title='Do you know the way to Santa Fe?'/><author><name>Adam and Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04143429561359162444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20378329.post-114562745305342790</id><published>2006-04-21T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T07:35:46.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Semana Santa in Granada</title><content type='html'>Our plane from Stansted got in at about 11 in the morning on Saturday but despite that, Diana and I hit the streets at about 7pm to catch one of the last Semana Santa processions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;A brief description of Semana Santa in Granada:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the city of Granada, there are various &lt;em&gt;hermandades&lt;/em&gt; ("brotherhoods") that organize their own procession for Holy Week. The processions start on Palm Sunday (the Sunday before Easter) and continue through Easter Sunday. Each &lt;em&gt;hermandad&lt;/em&gt; has their own figures (statues you could call them) of the Virgin and/or Jesus and they spend a lot of time working to make their floats that are dedicated to them as beautiful as possible. In a way, as I understand it, the processions are a sort of visual "reenactment" of the events of Holy Week...sort of but not quite. It´s hard to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the during the processions the floats are carried by &lt;em&gt;costaleros&lt;/em&gt; (usually men and boys) and are accompanied by &lt;em&gt;nazarenos&lt;/em&gt; (the people in the hooded robes) and women dressed in Spanish costumes that carry crosses and candles. There are various bands that play very melancholy music to set the tone and the pace of those walking in the procession.&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play by play of our experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/1%20banners%20on%20porches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/1%20banners%20on%20porches.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All around the city people placed purplish banners on their balconies. I didn´t find out why but there has to be a reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/2%20people%20on%20street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/2%20people%20on%20street.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view of Plaza Nueva from our front row spot on the street. I was surprised because the atmosphere wasn´t as somber as I had expected. I was later told by people who had gone to other processions that there were a few processions that were more contemplative but that it was "normal" to have vendors selling snacks and kids running around with balloons (Sponge Bob seemed to be a favorite). It reminded me a lot of a 4th of July parade... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/3%20musicians.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/3%20musicians.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The procession started out with a group of musicians...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/4%20more%20musicians.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/4%20more%20musicians.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sure look enthused, eh? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/5%20procession.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/5%20procession.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out the KKK stole the idea for their "costume" from the Spanish confraternities. Who knew? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/6%20huge%20candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/6%20huge%20candles.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the participants walked in the procession with these huge candles. Some wore shoes but there were quite a few that only wore socks or went completely barefoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/7%20women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/7%20women.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women in typical Spanish costumes with the very Spanish &lt;em&gt;peineta&lt;/em&gt; in their hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/8%20colors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/8%20colors.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each &lt;em&gt;hermandad&lt;/em&gt; has different colors which are reflected in the color of the robes they wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/9%20incense.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/9%20incense.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cloud of incense precedes the "float" that carries the statue of either the Virgin or Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/10%20float.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/10%20float.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The procession that we saw was &lt;em&gt;Nuestra Señora de las Angustias&lt;/em&gt;...this was her float.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/12%20men%20carrying%20again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/12%20men%20carrying%20again.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;em&gt;costaleros&lt;/em&gt; carrying the float. These floats vary in weight, but be certain that they weight A LOT. There can be up to 40 men carrying one float (with nothing else supporting it). Just the look on their faces when they passed by was enough to convince me that it was heavy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/11%20men%20carrying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/11%20men%20carrying.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shot of the men carrying the float.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20378329-114562745305342790?l=granadaspain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/feeds/114562745305342790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20378329&amp;postID=114562745305342790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114562745305342790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114562745305342790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/2006/04/semana-santa-in-granada.html' title='Semana Santa in Granada'/><author><name>Adam and Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04143429561359162444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20378329.post-114561031696395701</id><published>2006-04-21T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T07:35:28.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Destination: Salzburg, Oslo, and London</title><content type='html'>Each armed with a backpack and a camera, Diana and I took off for a week long trip that had us frolicking around the European continent. It was fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/1packing%20light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/1packing%20light.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life have I packed this light for a trip. I surprised even myself. I might add that the plastic bag had food that we took along with us, so technically I only had my backpack. Impressive huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/2sleeping%20airport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/2sleeping%20airport.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to spend the night twice in the Stansted airport (a combo of being far away from downtown London, early flights, and just being plain cheap). This is Diana the first night before we found out about the huge waiting area (with chairs!) the next morning. Live and learn. It was pretty funny to see all the people that crashed each night in that airport. Some had air mattresses, sleeping bags, and pillows. We, on the other hand, had an alarm clock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/2.1%20ryanair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/2.1%20ryanair.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transportation for this trip was provided by non other than Europe´s budget airline, RyanAir. I was quite impressed with their cartoonish bright yellow and blue cabins and stampede-like boarding system. It´s an experience that everyone should have at least once in their life. But hey, it was inexpensive and they got us where we needed to go. The funny thing was that one of their lesser known slogans is "The ontime airline". 5 of our 6 flights were late. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/3salzburg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/3salzburg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an awesome welcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/4tickets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/4tickets.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some fun buying bus tickets from a machine that gave instructions only in German.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/5hostel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/5hostel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our fantastic hostel in Salzburg. Not only was it clean, secure, and all that good stuff but they served a killer breakfast and played the Sound of Music each night at 8 pm. Life was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/5.1%20hostel%20inside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/5.1%20hostel%20inside.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our room at the hostel. Just an idea for those who have never stayed at one. This particular room that we were in we shared with 6 other women. 2 girls from Korea, 2 from Australia (who were super cool and were traveling throughout Europe for a year), and each night we were there the other 2 changed. By staying in a hostel you not only save money but you meet some pretty cool cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/6ceiling%20of%20cathedral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/6ceiling%20of%20cathedral.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceiling of the Salzburg cathedral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/7cool%20door.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/7cool%20door.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool stained glass door in the Cathedral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/8view%20of%20city.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/8view%20of%20city.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of the city from the Hohensalzburg Fortress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/9fortress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/9fortress.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doorway in the fortress compound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/10ashley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/10ashley.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn´t know it until we got on the plane leaving Granada, but Ashley was headed to Salzburg for break too. She was meeting up with some friends to ski the Alps (how cool is that?) but she hung out with us before they got in that evening.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/12comfy%20bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/12comfy%20bed.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a night in the airport and barely any sleep, even this 15th century bed inside the fortress was looking mighty comfy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/13not%20comfy%20chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/13not%20comfy%20chair.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, this torture chair was not looking that appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/14pretzel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/14pretzel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some mammoth sized pretzels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/15somgraveyard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/15somgraveyard.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The graveyard that inspired the cemetery in the Sound of Music&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20378329-114561031696395701?l=granadaspain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/feeds/114561031696395701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20378329&amp;postID=114561031696395701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114561031696395701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114561031696395701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/2006/04/destination-salzburg-oslo-and-london.html' title='Destination: Salzburg, Oslo, and London'/><author><name>Adam and Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04143429561359162444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20378329.post-114561265876116372</id><published>2006-04-21T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T07:35:13.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/16bunnies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/16bunnies.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that these bread bunnies were one of the cutest things I saw on the trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/17egg%20tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/17egg%20tree.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An "Easter egg tree"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/18mirabell%20and%20fortress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/18mirabell%20and%20fortress.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirabell Gardens (again, think Sound of Music when the are singing the "Do a deer" song) with the Hohensalzburg Fortress in the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/19som%20arches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/19som%20arches.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arches that they skip through in the Sound of Music (can you tell that this movie is big here?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/20mozart%20home.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/20mozart%20home.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mozart´s home/museum. Cool place to check out-way better than the museum that is at his birth home (see below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/21%20veg%20restaurant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/21%20veg%20restaurant.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cool vegetarian restaurant we had lunch at one afternoon. Good food and inexpensive too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/22funny%20poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/22funny%20poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funny poster on the wall of the vegetarian restaurant. You´ve got to read the bottom part closely. It cracked me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/23hanging%20stone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/23hanging%20stone.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cool plaque in a graveyard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/24food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/24food.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had tons of take-away restaurants like this. Lots of seafood which really surprised me since there isn´t a whole lot of ocean nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/25%20ice%20cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/25%20ice%20cream.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had ice cream at this neat little shop and even though it was ice cream, it had a completely different texture. It was much creamier, like yogurt, but light, like sorbet. It was delish whatever it was. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/26%20mozart%20birth%20home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/26%20mozart%20birth%20home.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Mozart´s birth home. The museum was slightly disappointing...it was a bit too "artistic" for me. But we did get to see a couple of his actual violins so that was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/27%20window%20in%20rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/27%20window%20in%20rock.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you get up there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/28%20strudel.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/28%20strudel.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana with traditional Austrian appelstrudel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/29%20mozart%20ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/29%20mozart%20ball.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was Mozart´s 250th birthday anniversary at the beginning of this year, there were tons of these huge balls around the city decorated to celebrate music and the composer himself. This one was the coolest by far. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/30%20easter%20bouquets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/30%20easter%20bouquets.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These bouquets, we found out, are typical for Palm Sunday. People buy them and take them with them to church to get them blessed and then they put them in their gardens and supposedly these bunches of at least 7 different plants bring good luck to the crops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20378329-114561265876116372?l=granadaspain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/feeds/114561265876116372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20378329&amp;postID=114561265876116372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114561265876116372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114561265876116372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-think-that-these-bread-bunnies-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam and Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04143429561359162444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20378329.post-114561365062563450</id><published>2006-04-21T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T07:34:56.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/31%20weinerwald.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/31%20weinerwald.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn´t resist taking a pic of a restaurant called Weinerwald-it was too tempting and besides, we had lunch there one day. Chicken wraps with the sounds of Elvis in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Elvis lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/32%20som%20back%20house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/32%20som%20back%20house.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the house that they used to shoot the garden scenes in the Sound of Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/33%20olso%20hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/33%20olso%20hotel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After...some problems...with our hostel in Oslo, we were incredibly lucky and got a room at an actual hotel. Hot water, soft beds, it was almost a dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/33.1%20hotel%20sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/33.1%20hotel%20sign.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny door sign at the hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/34%20hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/34%20hotel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited about the room I just had to take pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/35%20refrig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/35%20refrig.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we were on a budget and since restaurants (along with everything else in Oslo) were super expensive, we went to the store and stocked up, taking advantage of the mini-fridge. We ate 3 meals a day for 2 and a half days for under 20 bucks each. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrifty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/36%20viking%20ship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/36%20viking%20ship.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ship inside the Viking Ship Museum in Oslo. Very very cool and very very humongous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/37%20saddle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/37%20saddle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saddle from the era of the vikings. Ouch-it looks pretty uncomfortable to sit on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/38%20shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/38%20shoes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Viking shoes. Although these were quite stylish, I´m going to stick with my Chuck Taylors. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/39%20combs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/39%20combs.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viking combs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/40%20size%20of%20ships.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/40%20size%20of%20ships.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the pic didn´t turn out at all (the lighting inside the museum wasn´t that great for taking pics), this is just to show the sheer size of these ships. Yep, that´s little old me in the bluish coat in the lower left hand corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/41%20diana%20navigating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/41%20diana%20navigating.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana navigating (note the Austrian hat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/42%20karl%20johans%20gate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/42%20karl%20johans%20gate.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main street in Oslo: Karl Johans Gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/43%20munch%27s%20grave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/43%20munch%27s%20grave.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edvard Munch´s grave. (We visited his museum and it wasn´t incredibly impressive, especially since they´ve still not recovered &lt;em&gt;The Scream&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/44%20cool%20statue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/44%20cool%20statue.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool statue in the middle of the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/45%20nobel%20museum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/45%20nobel%20museum.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A definite highlight of Oslo-the Nobel Peace Museum. They had a great Robert Capa exhibit and tons of things to see and do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don´t think I´ll ever want to go back to Norway, I wasn´t a huge fan to be honest, but if you find yourself up in that part of the world you must check out the Viking Museum and the Nobel Peace Museum. Of the two nordic coutries that I have visited, I much preferred Sweden to Norway. When I was in Stockholm two years ago it was just a lot more welcoming than Oslo. Better vibe for sure and much more to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20378329-114561365062563450?l=granadaspain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/feeds/114561365062563450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20378329&amp;postID=114561365062563450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114561365062563450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114561365062563450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/2006/04/couldnt-resist-taking-pic-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam and Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04143429561359162444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20378329.post-114561569903809769</id><published>2006-04-21T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T07:34:39.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/46%20london%20sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/46%20london%20sign.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to London!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/47%20london%20eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/47%20london%20eye.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The London Eye and the London skyline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/48%20westminster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/48%20westminster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Westminster Abbey. We didn´t get a chance to go in because they had already closed for the day and the next day was Good Friday and there were services. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/49%20garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/49%20garden.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A garden we walked through on the way to visit the Queen at Buckingham Palace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/50%20squirrel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/50%20squirrel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A British squirrel riding a bike. Talented little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/51%20big%20ben.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/51%20big%20ben.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Ben. You can´t get much more "London" than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/tower%20bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/tower%20bridge.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tower Bridge-We even walked across it...rock on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/st%20pauls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/st%20pauls.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Paul´s Cathedral-We went to see it on Good Friday after we spent the morning at the Tower of London (the Crown Jewels are AMAZING!). Fortunately, we did get to go inside even though they were having a prayer service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;So yes, that´s the basic jist of the trip. Even though I know I posted what seems like a lot of photos, they aren´t even 1/4 of what I took. Lets just say that my memory card was full when we got back to Granada. We had such an awesome time. :0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20378329-114561569903809769?l=granadaspain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/feeds/114561569903809769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20378329&amp;postID=114561569903809769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114561569903809769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114561569903809769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/2006/04/welcome-to-london-london-eye-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam and Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04143429561359162444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20378329.post-114529543854541086</id><published>2006-04-17T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T10:37:18.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome, awesome, awesome...</title><content type='html'>That´s the only way to describe our trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast. It was so much fun and we saw and did &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; much. I will post pics when I get a chance, I promise. With only 5 weeks left though, things are kind of hectic, but I will post again soon so be excited. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can´t believe that in exactly 7 weeks I´ll be flying home. So so crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20378329-114529543854541086?l=granadaspain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/feeds/114529543854541086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20378329&amp;postID=114529543854541086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114529543854541086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114529543854541086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/2006/04/awesome-awesome-awesome.html' title='Awesome, awesome, awesome...'/><author><name>Adam and Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04143429561359162444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20378329.post-114434164069499337</id><published>2006-04-06T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T09:40:40.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>leavin´ on a jet plane...</title><content type='html'>okay so i´m leaving here in a couple minutes to catch the bus to the airport...i don´t think that i have ever packed so lightly...it´s very unlike me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, got to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is going to be so cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20378329-114434164069499337?l=granadaspain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/feeds/114434164069499337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20378329&amp;postID=114434164069499337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114434164069499337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114434164069499337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/2006/04/leavin-on-jet-plane.html' title='leavin´ on a jet plane...'/><author><name>Adam and Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04143429561359162444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20378329.post-114422626533346483</id><published>2006-04-05T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T01:37:45.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>It´s almost here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two more exams and then tomorrow night at about 7 we´ll be on our way to the airport. Sweet. :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is our destination, you may ask? We´re going to risk coming back completely worn out and are headed to Austria (Salzburg), Norway (Oslo), and England (London, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief overview of our trek across Europe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday PM:&lt;/strong&gt; leave Granada for London to catch connecting flight to Salzburg Friday morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday AM:&lt;/strong&gt; flight to Salzburg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday PM, Saturday and Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt; In Salzburg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday AM:&lt;/strong&gt; fly to Oslo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday PM, Tuesday and Wednesday:&lt;/strong&gt; In Oslo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday AM:&lt;/strong&gt; fly to London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday PM and Friday:&lt;/strong&gt; London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt; at the crack of dawn, fly back to Granada for the last Semana Santa processions in the evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt; keel over from exhaustion, post pics from trip (in theory, I´m not promising anything though!), and go see a play (&lt;em&gt;The Casa of Bernarda Alba&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday:&lt;/strong&gt; return to reality and lament the fact that I´m no longer frolicking around Europe&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´ll let you know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, feel free to send me lots of fan mail telling me how much you miss my posts. Heh. Suuuure. :0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20378329-114422626533346483?l=granadaspain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/feeds/114422626533346483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20378329&amp;postID=114422626533346483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114422626533346483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114422626533346483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/2006/04/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Adam and Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04143429561359162444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20378329.post-114398651454726812</id><published>2006-04-03T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T04:51:38.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ole!</title><content type='html'>So we went to a bullfight on Saturday and even though I´m anticipating getting some criticism by saying this I´m going to say it anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atmostphere, the colors, the fanfare, the whole thing was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it´s controversial and I can understand and respect people who think that it´s barbaric. I´m not going to try and convince anyone to like it or not-it´s not my place to do that. I also want to say that I´m not anti-animal rights or anything like that. I think that animals deserve respect and shouldn´t be tortured and so I´m hoping that after reading this people don´t think I´m some kind of sadistic, heartless animal hater. I´m not. My little disclaimer before I tell what &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; thought about it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we went, I was thinking that I wasn´t going to like it, that it would be pretty gorey and just not my thing. It helped that in my culture class we learned about it and all the different aspects of it. The whys. Once you learn about something, it helps you not be afraid of it. For instance, they sell the meat after the bull is killed, so in a way, it´s just a glorified slaughter of an animal. And bull meat is very appreciated here-it´s quite expensive and the day after a fight people line up at the butcher shops that get the meat to buy some. Also, when the picador goes in to "weaken" the bull (the part that most people find to be the worst), he has been trained to hit a particular spot on the bulls´ neck that activates an adrenaline rush that helps counter the pain. He´s not just stabbing the bull randomly just to hurt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fight we went to was actually for charity, so there were some slight differences from a regular fight. The main one was that there were 6 bullfighters. In a normal fight, there are 3 matadors and 6 bulls, but this time it was 6 matadors and 6 bulls. The second main difference was that since it was a festival, the matadors didn´t wear the traditional "traje de luces" and instead wore plainer outfits. I was kind of bummed about that but it was still cool though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/1bullring%20outside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/1bullring%20outside.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granada´s Plaza de Toros (and the immense traffic jam in front as everyone was arriving)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/2poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/2poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poster advertising the &lt;em&gt;corrida&lt;/em&gt; we saw &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/3ticket%20to%20bulls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/3ticket%20to%20bulls.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ticket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/4ringinside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/4ringinside.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bullring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/5procession.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/5procession.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The procession at the beginning when all the matadors and their "teams" present themselves to the officiator of the fight (the &lt;em&gt;presidente&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/6rejoneador.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/6rejoneador.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the opportunity to see a &lt;em&gt;rejoneador&lt;/em&gt;-you don´t get to see these at every fight. It´s a special type of bullfighting on horseback. Pretty impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/7play%20beginning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/7play%20beginning.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preliminary phase of the fight when the strength of the bull is assesed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/8picador.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/8picador.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;em&gt;picador&lt;/em&gt; (he weakens the bull so that he doesn´t charge the fighter with as much strength)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/9banderillero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/9banderillero.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;em&gt;banderillero&lt;/em&gt; getting ready to put a &lt;em&gt;banderilla&lt;/em&gt; (a hook with ribbon on it) in the bull. The banderillas make the bull charge straight and slow him down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/10muleta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/10muleta.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN2081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN2081.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This matador was on his knees in front of a pretty sassy bull...gutsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/bad%20bull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/bad%20bull.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a bull isn´t up for the fight, they replace him, but first they have to get him out of the ring with the help of some cows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/FAndi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/FAndi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new fave bullfighter, El Fandi. He´s from Granada and is one of the best fighters in Spain today. It doesn´t hurt that he´s pretty good looking too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/president.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/president.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can barely see him but behind the yellow and red banner is the "Master of Ceremonies"-&lt;em&gt;el presidente&lt;/em&gt;. He decides when to move to the next phase of the fight by signaling with white hankerchiefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/panuelos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/panuelos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the fight, the crowd shows how much they liked the fight by waving white handkerchiefs. (Since we didn´t have a handkerchief, we used paper towels. Heh.) This is also the way the audience "votes" for what trophies the matador gets. A good fight gets an ear, a really good fight gets both ears, and an utterly amazing fight gets the two ears and the tail. Only Fandi got the 2 ears and the tail. Then, as the matador is walking around the ring (taking his victory lap, if you will) he throws his prizes into the crowd. Slightly odd...what do you do with a bull´s ear?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20378329-114398651454726812?l=granadaspain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/feeds/114398651454726812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20378329&amp;postID=114398651454726812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114398651454726812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114398651454726812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/2006/04/ole.html' title='Ole!'/><author><name>Adam and Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04143429561359162444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20378329.post-114398563152519118</id><published>2006-04-02T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T06:50:08.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hike in the Sierra</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Diana, Chelsea and I went on a hike in the Sierras with a final goal of studying up there. We took a picnic lunch and it turned out to be a great day for a hike. We did the math and figured that it was about 80 degrees. Perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/patio%20like%20alham.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/patio%20like%20alham.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we headed up into the hills, we went and saw this little park called "Campo de los Martires" which was sort of near the Alhambra. This was one of the little patios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/peacock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/peacock.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool peacock in the same park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/yellow%20bush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/yellow%20bush.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this as we were heading up the hill-spring is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/view%20of%20city.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/view%20of%20city.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/fields%20with%20mtns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/fields%20with%20mtns.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolling hills and the snow covered mtns in the background...so picturesque :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/cemetery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/cemetery.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently this is Granada´s cemetery. The thing is that the graves are not in the ground but more mausoleum style...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/hike%20up%20hill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/hike%20up%20hill.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! We made it to the top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/final%20view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/final%20view.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from where we sat and studied&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20378329-114398563152519118?l=granadaspain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/feeds/114398563152519118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20378329&amp;postID=114398563152519118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114398563152519118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114398563152519118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/2006/04/hike-in-sierra.html' title='Hike in the Sierra'/><author><name>Adam and Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04143429561359162444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20378329.post-114398386776885415</id><published>2006-04-02T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T06:21:29.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Springtime in Granada...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so maybe these pics don´t really show the spring side of things, but it´s just a little better idea of where I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/1calle%20molinos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/1calle%20molinos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calle Molinos-I live right off this street (but in the other direction!) I walk this street every day to get to and from school. It´s my fave part of the day because along the way I pass by the bakeries and fruit shops and of course, the bar where Paco el perro hangs out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/1plaza%20isabel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/1plaza%20isabel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plaza Isabel la Católica-a city landmark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/1granada%20street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/1granada%20street.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the streets that you can take to get to the center of the city from my house. I usually take it if I need to mail something because the post office is at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/1far%20away%20mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/1far%20away%20mail.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you´ve gotten something in the mail from me, chances are I walked up these steps to mail it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/1close%20up%20mailbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/1close%20up%20mailbox.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mailbox to the U.S. :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/1estanco.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/1estanco.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The estanco where I go to buy my stamps and phone cards. The owner and his fam are super nice and completely know who I am since I go in there often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/1ice%20cream%20front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/1ice%20cream%20front.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Los Italianos" Ice Cream shop. It just recently opened for summer, so Chelsea and Diana and I &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to go and check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20378329-114398386776885415?l=granadaspain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/feeds/114398386776885415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20378329&amp;postID=114398386776885415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114398386776885415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114398386776885415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/2006/04/springtime-in-granada.html' title='Springtime in Granada...'/><author><name>Adam and Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04143429561359162444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20378329.post-114374567583442444</id><published>2006-03-30T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T11:07:55.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the infamous dog</title><content type='html'>I thought that it was time that I posted a pic of the dog I see every morning on my way to school. Seriously, he´s so cute and makes me smile whenever I pass by that bar. I have no idea what his name is, so I´ve taken the liberty of naming him Paco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/1600/DSCN1975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4720/2040/320/DSCN1975.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paco el perro :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, a week from tonight Diana and I take off on our Spring Break adventure. So excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this Saturday we´re all going to a bull fight. Pure Spain right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20378329-114374567583442444?l=granadaspain.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/feeds/114374567583442444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20378329&amp;postID=114374567583442444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114374567583442444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20378329/posts/default/114374567583442444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://granadaspain.blogspot.com/2006/03/infamous-dog.html' title='the infamous dog'/><author><name>Adam and Marisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04143429561359162444'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>