Julie: off to Granada

We managed to make our way out of Barcelona's Festival of Mercy, in time for our Vueling plane to Granada.  The plane was half an hour late due to late arrival from Athens but apart from that all went quite well.

Unfortunately Emma and Stuart's plane was held up in London and they really only caught their connecting flight Madrid to Granada by running from one plane to the next.  Their luggage didn't follow them. It is still waiting in Madrid and may ( or may not ) turn up tomorrow- after failing to have it appear today as promised at 11.30pm last night.
We've had better sorts of days....but improvements must be just round the corner....

I can't blame people for giving me a different stare at my rather colourful eye work ( from my tripping over and checking out the concrete).  Thankfully, my ankle seems to be ok now.

When we arrived at Granada late at night, we found that the taxi could only go so far and the we had to walk the rest - as it was residential access only / no cars.  Up the hill, pulling the bags along the cobblestones seemed almost an impossible task.  J and Michael very kindly took over these duties while I "gave up".  Then we had to wait for our host to arrive as my internet roaming was not working.

Walking down to the end of the hill seems easier

We have to walk up the street to the white church, turn left to our Airbnb

Today it was 33 degrees! Just as well we didn't come in summer.  Most places are closer on Sunday but we walked - OMG - did we walk, searching for various things.  This afternoon, J, Michael and I hot caught up in another parade.  This was another Catholic one - something like special intentions.  People with lighted candles followed a band of a beating drum ( and some devotion held high) and walked for their own special intention.  Remember this was in 33 degree heat..  there were thousand of people taking part.  They had some seats along the March route and I thought that perhaps anyone could seit ther.  So I encouraged J&M to join me.  After about 5 mins a lady canme in front of me and was waving a book of tickets at me.  I asked if they were raffle tickets?  But no, if you wanted to sit at the kerb on the chair you needed to pay €7 per seat.  We decided the seats weren't wort it.