Adios Valencia, Hola Granada

Hannah and I found this great restaurant in the middle of the downtown area for dinner. It was really busy, noisy and like a tavern of old. The waiters shouted out your order to the guys behind the bar and everything was really cramped. We, or I, had decided that I felt like shnitzel and so proceeded to order it in Spanish, along with a salad. I did remark to Hannah that I didn´t always get what I was expecting in restaurants in Argentina which of course put a jinx to this meal. My shnitzel, was thin, fried steak, in a roll!! So much for my great Spanish.. I realised that it was exactly what I had ordered, I just didn´t know the word for breadcrumbs, and said ¨pan¨which is what I got!! It was yummy anyway. Hannah was sitting facing the bar and all through the meal she was getting hand signals and gestures from the boys behind the bar. At one stage she was trying to get the fridge door open to get herself an ice-cream and when the door didn´t open, there was much encouragement!! As we left, they blew her kisses!! During our meal, about four different men came in with roses, but this time we were prepared!!

We then went to McDonalds for a while and I wrote a couple of postcards that I still have in my bag. From there we went back to the hotel and Hannah napped while I did sudokus until after midnight when we collected our bags and walked to the train station. We found our room for the night, or should I say cupboard!! We were quite happy with it until we walked down the carriages looking for the cafe and passed by much larger, nicer coloured rooms!! Oh well.... Hannah got to sleep quite quickly but it took me a while. A knock on the door awoke us at 8am the next morning and very soon we arrived in Granada. We had a small breakie at the station and set off to find our B and B. Luckily the bus was not too far, up a hill, and we alighted outside a Land Agent with no clue as to where to go next. The women in the office took pity on us and rang Simon, our host, who appeared a couple of minutes later.
Our room is on the bottom floor (thankgoodness, heavy bags - Hannah says they would have dented the marble stairs) and is right next to the bathroom. I did do a couple of loads of washing before we set off to explore. We found a tourist office for a map, and had a very nice lunch in a plaza, checked out a few stores, then found the Cathedral, where King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella are buried. You can actually see the coffins in the crypt!!!!
On the way out of the complex, we were sucked in once again!!! We were acosted by two old women who gave us sprigs of rosemary and grabbed our hands and read them,,,,, THEN demanded €5 !!!!! PER HAND.
I gave her €1 and Hannah gave €5. They were very insistant and wouldn´t take no for an answer so we hot-footed it out of there!! When you least expect it, there is someone out there who is out to get you!
So.. today is Sunday and we are on the lookout for men bearing roses, and gypsy women with sprigs of rosemary!!