Granada

Another five hours of bus and Lacey and I hit Granada.  I was terrified at first because the area around the Granada bus station was ugly and boring.  I immediately wished we had done a little more research. Luckily, where we stayed in the city was much nicer, and probably the most beautiful Spanish city I had been to.  Granada was what I had pictured when I imagined my trip to Spain.  Small narrow, old concrete streets and white buildings, and Moroccan style shops lining the streets.  In the distance we could see the unofficial 8^th wonder of the world, the Alhambra, sitting in lights on the top of a big hill.  Our hostel was also pretty cool, like being with family you had never met.  They cooked dinner every night, everyone was very interesting, and there was a tree house and many kinds of hang out areas.