A return to Spain

I remember a Brit lecturing to me after a few beers on the slopes of St Anton “If you want to see England, don’t go to London”

This comment came back to me after a few hours in the town of Granada. Twelve hours by train south of Barcelona, this city has a long and rich history. Despite also having plenty of tourists, it also has plenty of charm emanating through the steep windy streets.

Having effectively scored a “free day” from doing the night train which is actually better than we thought it would be, we took it easy.

Along with the charm, the food here is a return to form with the Tapas bars here rivaling the Pintxos in San Sebastian for price and flavour. We ordered a few plates for lunch and our waiter stopped us after the fourth and said “enough”, this proved to be true.

After being stuffed, there was no real need for dinner, however, we went for a couple of drinks. We were provided free Tapas with our glasses that the travel books talk about, but we were yet to see.

Mussels, fried chicken, sausage, it was all very tasty and a perfect accompaniment to the wine.

Yes I am beginning to feel like I am in Spain again, not some generic city.