The bus arrives in the dark and there are no maps of Granada at the station. I refuse to catch a taxi and after trying in vain to understand the city bus route jump on the number 33 and hope for the best! I tap people on the shoulder, "Perdon, Donde esta Gran Via?" "Si, Si, es Gran Via" they reply. Clearly this doesn't really help me and I realize the whole road is Gran Via. Soon the whole bus is watching as I point to random names on my dodgy directions. No one seems to have any idea where I'm going and neither do I. But the old Spanish man in the corner smiles at me and I'm feeling okay. It may take a little a bit of wandering in the rain but I know that eventually I'll find my way. It's inevitable really. Some young girls help me out and point me in the right direction that is actually completely wrong. And then I am talking with some English speaking locals who walk me to Plaza de la Trinidad and I am on my way.
She told me that no one here speaks English. It is also pouring with rain. But the streets have a good feel to them and the next morning the chocolate con churros are absolutely amazing. Really… who eats five churros, each the size of a regular donut only straight, with a mug of thicker than thick hot chocolate? After ordering them in Spanish - I do. I eat five churros, dipping them in my mug of rich chocolate before each tasty bite, just like everyone else in the café.
And now I'll buy an umbrella.
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