Almost Six Weeks: Valencia and Granada

Reading back on my first post and how I was concerned about many months of homelessness, I do find I miss certain things (cooking in my own kitchen, family and friends, jogging, knowing the language) but not as much as I expected.  My shoes are my home. Sounds silly, I know, but I find comfort in my shoes.  The Teva´s I have with me I bought at Stanley Market in Hong Kong when I was 15 and have been with me through thick and thin. From hiking in the North Cascades to exploring Osaka during my exchange program, backpacking through Vietnam and China, roadtrips to California and across the mid-West, and trekking up a river in Mexico. And now, they have been with me as I´ve stepped in nasty dog shit in Berlin to wading in the Medeterranian.

The second I dropped off my bag in Valencia I went to the beach.  After getting lost for an hour (you think it would have been easy to just walk east, but the streets are confusing) I finally made it. There was a scattering of litter, but other than that it was great. Met some hilarious older American women (they are working as nurses in England) and spent most of my time in Valencia with them. Hopped on a train down to Granada and am trying to understand Spanish culture. It´s a lot different here than the rest of Europe - the people are a bit more rough (in a good yet slightly intimidating way - maybe just more honest?) and from what I can tell the general attitude towards working is a lot more relaxed.

View of Granada from the Alhambra 

Now I just have to make some decisions and figure out how the hell I´m getting from here to Italy and where to go next. Malaga? Seville? Smaller coastal towns? Morocco?  By bus or tain or plane? I suppose if these are the types of decisions I have to make, life is good.

Going to the Alhambra tomorrow morning (looks amazing - google it), and maybe after that I´ll figure out where to go next.