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Next, my boy Trevor, whom I met in Marakech. He took some awesome photos throughout Morocco.

I really want something to be blowing up behind me.

More Sahara photos…

More Fez photos (on Facebook)…

And finally, my final stop on my trip, Florence. By far, the most amazing Italian city I’ve been. I highly recommend Dante’s House and the Uffizi Gallery (home of several of the ninja turtle’s works).

View from the Duomo

You can’t tell me Dante’s not a badass.

The Duomo

A replica of the David. (I saw the real David, but it was really tricky to get a photo without security catching you)

Photos

We also took a trip with several friends up into the mountains (to be honest, I’m not entirely sure where we went) for a night. Once again the rain would not abate, so the evening and next morning were spent relaxing inside and playing board games. Taboo is a very difficult game to play when you don’t speak the language very well. But I was able to get one right, only I didn’t know how to translate the answer to Italian. “Primo uomo” = First man = Adam = ?

Finally, we took a day trip to Cinque Terre before I headed to Florence. Here again I complain about the rain. Many of the walking paths were closed due to the weather, and nowhere would store luggage. Only in the final village was I able to drop it off and explore unburdened. Fortunately the rain wasn’t too bad and I was able to explore the towns. I shall definitely have to return to see it in the Italian sun.

Torino

Cinque Terre

Here’s the awesomeness I saw in Madrid:

I apologize for the terseness that will probably be the rest of the posts from this trip. I am back home in Chicago and slowly making my way through my photos and stories of the last week and a half in Europe. Stay tuned for Torino and Firenze (Florence).

Granada, land of my dreams… Your thin arabesque calles, your daunting yet inviting cuestas, your splendid miradores overlooking the city. Your grand vista of the majestic Alhambra obsuring the horizon. And beyond the towers and crumbling walls stand the snow-capped peaks of the Sierra Nevada. The fire of Flamenco was conceived and born in the caves of Sacromonte. Wandering around the city you can feel that not only is it obvious this is the womb of Flamenco, but that Flamenco was the inevitable outcome of the union of the Spaniards and the Moors in this town. The West embodied in the Christian Cathedrals and the East in the Arabian palaces and streets.

Up the hill toward the old Moorish wall, Gypsies and hippies live in houses built into the caves. Empty beer bottles line the tables on the patios telling of the tale of a long night passing the time under the shining Andalusian moon.

And all of this can be seen from the terrace of my hostel. Please, stay at Mochi Guesthouse, you will not be disappointed by the staff, the facilities, and definitely not by the view.

Granada, tierra ensangrentada
en tardes de toros.
Mujer que conserva el embrujo
de los ojos moros.
Te sueño rebelde y gitana
cubierta de flores,
y beso tu boca de grana
jugosa manzana
que me habla de amores.

Then, we reach the Alhambra. Washington Irving describes it:

TO THE traveller imbued with a feeling for the historical and poetical, so inseparably intertwined in the annals of romantic Spain, the Alhambra is as much an object of devotion as is the Caaba to all true Moslems. How many legends and traditions, true and fabulous; how many songs and ballads, Arabian and Spanish, of love and war and chivalry, are associated with this oriental pile! It was the royal abode of the Moorish kings, where, surrounded with the splendors and refinements of Asiatic luxury, they held dominion over what they vaunted as a terrestrial paradise, and made their last stand for empire in Spain.

Inside, my first stop was the Royal Palace of Charles V, the enormous monstrosity built in a vain attempt to overshadow through sheer size the elegance of the Nazrid Palaces.

Inside the Nasrid Palaces, a calm beauty breezes with the wind through the courtyards and quarters. The walls and arches, the work of incredibly skilled craftsmen, are covered in ornate wood and stonework. The mosaiced ceilings and the laticed walls immediately relax the visitor. The arches and flowers reflect in the pools of the courtyards. Once again, Washington Irving: “The architecture, like that in most parts of the interior of the palace, is characterized by elegance, rather than grandeur, bespeaking a delicate and graceful taste, and a disposition to indolent enjoyment.” There is little to do in the gardens of the Generalife but stroll through the hedges and flower gardens.

Granada is by far one of the most beautiful cities I have ever seen. It is a safe observation to say that I fell into love, if not at least deep infatuation, with the city.

Granada, manola cantada
en coplas preciosas.
No tengo otra cosa que darte
que un ramo de rosas.
De rosas de suave fragancia
que le dieran marco a la virgen morena,
Granada, tu tierra está llena
de lindas mujeres,
de sangre, y de sol.

-Lyrics from Granada by Agustín Lara

Fes

Asilah

And a shoutout to new friends Hassan Annouri, German hip hop star, and his video crew I met at a badass seafood restaurant Casa Garcia in Asilah. This isn’t the new video they shot in Morocco, but I’ll post that one as soon as it hits.

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