Our business in Fuengirola took longer than expected so we had a bit of a dash to get to Granada in time for our booked tour of the Alhambra. The Alhambra means the red either because the first Moore king had red hair or because the walls were red.
We had to get a guide because there was no self directed tickets left. I guess the tour agents by them in bulk. Every one else on the tour had cried off due to the rain. This meant we had a private tour. He was very intense spoke fast and wore a mask. Luckily he directed his monologue at Rae.
The rain was in short bursts and very manageable.
It is a stunning place. Over 2 million visitors last year. Herds of vociferous teen school children with little or no interest and large tour groups all jockeying for the best photos. Glad we went as it was a childhood dream of mine.
There was snow on the surrounding mountains which added to the atmosphere.
We had to dump the van on a street and get a taxi to the palace. Got a taxi back as Rae's hip was beginning to twitch.
We had a site booked 25 minutes by bike away from the centre. Found it with relative ease. Heavy rain greeted our arrival which with luck will clear before tomorrow.
Tomorrow we are meeting Tony and Jenny at midday and we hope to get into town a little earlier by bike!