The sun creeps over torn paper hill edge to wake me. I follow rail tracks to Granada, perhaps spains most picturesque city, the Sierra nevada rises up behind and around it. I stay with Luna, in her tall narrow house, orange tree courtyard, and a terrace view over the city, and to the fluttering flag of the Alcazabar, the citys icon.
At night the city streets are filled with sweet smoke from shisha.
