La ciudad, le encanto

The city, she loves me

At least some of you I'm sure know the Red Hot Chili Peppers' song "Under the Bridge". It's about loving a city. I'm lucky, because I have two cities who love me. Granada's sunshiney plazas are holding my hands, the cathedral is laughing with me when a creeper is creeping. Sometimes when my human friends get a little bit too overwhelming, I can sit with Granada and she makes me feel better. It sounds silly, I know, but I'm not the first person to fall in love with a city.

I have a favorite nut vendor. His stall is right next to my favorite fruit vendor. Actually I think it's just different sides of the same stand. Anyway I went to the nut vendor today and surveyed his wares, but he didn't quite have what I wanted. He said, "Tell me everything you like," so I said salted peanuts, corn nuts, raisins, etc., and he started grabbing things and made me my own trail mix, a little salty and a little sweet. He only charged me two euro for the huge bag, when it should have been between 5 and 7. (I love you, New York, but you're not nearly as kind as Granada).

Today was the last day of classes. How weird is that? It doesn't feel like a semester has really gone by. Spain is still like Narnia to me. It's magic and strange, and time in the real world doesn't move when I'm here. Three weeks ago I was surprised to realize it wasn't still winter in the states. It doesn't at all feel like I just finished my junior year.