Never Been to Spain

*This is a guest post written by my mom because I don't really have time.*

Jeremy and I ended up in Spain for three main reasons: It’s the only major European country I’d visited, the flights were cheap, and I hoped against hope at least it wouldn’t snow there.

Here we are! Now I can’t sing that phrase from the Three Dog Night song any more!

Jeremy and I spent the night at a small pension in Granada after our flight landed. Since it was going to be dark by the time we got into the city, I had looked very carefully on the internet for a map so that we could find it. We didn’t really know when to get off the bus, but we ended up making a really good guess. The stop was right by an enormous orange tree behind a beautiful wrought iron fence. The oranges were glowing in the streetlight. It had to be the place! (It was where most of the other people got off, haha.) With Jeremy navigating, we found it with no problem. Then we went out for a bite to eat. We ended up having wonderful ice cream. I had Dulce de Leche and Jeremy had Almondrina. We both thought it was the best ice cream we’d ever had in our lives. It helped the taste that we had not eaten well for two days, and yet this was probably not the best nutrition under those circumstances. It was lovely to be in the warmth and already we were experiencing one of the best parts of the trip for me, the smell of the orange blossoms. The man at the hostel was so helpful and nice that I couldn’t bear to tell him we were leaving right away the next morning for Seville. He gave me lots of information (that we used when we returned on the last leg of our trip).