Pomegranate
Okay, so I´m still learning my spanish vocabulary, but it finally clicked that Granada means pomegranate. I have a strange affinity for pomegranates…they´re just so yummy. (Can someone magically teleport me a bottle of POM juice…please )
Also, my favorite mythological story involves pomegranates: Persephone´s trip to Hades. (BTW -hi Tom! my mythology guru)
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Strangely, I actually remember the first time I ate a pomegranate…sitting in the kitchen of my house in Baldwin, enamored with the fact that I was to eat the seeds of a fruit –quickly making a mess of myself and the kitchen tablecloth. (note: pomegrante juice stains, hardcore!)
Strange fact: did you know that each pomegranate has exactly 840 seeds? I can´t vouch for the accuracy of this fact…it´s just something I read. (knowing me, next time I get my hands on one I´ll be counting seeds!)
Okay…I´ve gone a little awry here. I meant to make a quick segue into the fact that, like the fruit, I am lovng the city of Granada.
With a population of about 250K people it´s a little city with plenty of oppurtunity for serenity. The barrio Albayzin, the old city which climbs up the hills in the northern part of the city, is a maze of cobbled streets, white-washed houses and dead ends. There are several small rivers, parks and tree-lined streets. But…surprise, surprise, the night life goes all night! I keep getting back to my hostal at 4 or 5 in the morning…having just left a bar or cafe full of people. They certainly know how to party here in Spain!
Alas…I see my time is almost up at this internet cafe, so I´m cutting this a bit short.
I may have pictures up soon, as I´ve met a local who promised me use of a WiFi connection. We may meet up later today…here´s hoping.
Adios todos…con cariño…
*Liz
Tags: Spain
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