Hello Mudda, Hello Fadda, Here I am at Spain, Granada

The day started off easily enough, a sad breakfast of cereal and a couple hard boiled eggs. I managed to get two apples from the vicinity without being caught and asked to pay. We went on a short tour of Granada on our way to the Alhambra, which I had never been to before. We walked around the amazing grounds for a few hours until we were set to go inside the Alhambra itself. We stepped inside the Sultan's room where he spent most of his time, stood while the excellent guide described a few things and then I felt something running out of my nose.
I had an epic bloody nose for the next 30 minutes or so. As soon as I felt it, I knew what was going on. Napkins and tissues came out of nowhere and were handed to me. The guide made me sit down, pinch my nose and tilt my head back. Which I know from first-aide training only makes the blood go down the throat...its true. I got a nice throat full of my own blood. It just wouldn't stop and I still cannot figure out what the cause of it could be. The morning had been rainy so the air had plenty of moisture in it. This is the third bloody nose I have had in a week, the first being the day I left in the shower, the second being in Madrid on day 3. Blood clots galore on this one. After I thought it was over and was bent down washing the dried blood off of my hands and face, an extra little blood clot slid out of my nostril... wicked.

We spent the rest of the day walking around Granada individually, found a 2Liter of water for 0,26 euro (about 45 cents) and relaxed at the hotel periodically. On the spur of the moment we decided to go to a flamenco show in a gave given by gypsies. The show was good enough, maybe a little dull at times but we were sitting so incredibly close to each other and the area where they were dancing, me and the people sitting next to me almost got a cane to the face a few times. Don't need anymore blood coming out of my face, thank you. hahaha. At the end of the show, the dancers got some of our group up out of their seats to dance...if you can call it that.

One of the two professors, Ted Wolner got up and showed his stuff... so hilarious. I wish I had video but the word octopus comes to mind. Ted is quite tall and the gypsies or the cave was not. It was great to have such a fun moment with the group, seeing people attempt to dance and wonder what I would have done had I been picked to get off my seat. Oh my.

Currently the internet is not cooperating, pictures to come.