While scoping out the small puebla outside of Granada, Monochil, with my new good friend Maria, we encountered several wonderful things that reminded us that life is good. Before the bus ride there we met two young spaniard men on their way to a rapping festival. Upon request they gave us a mini performance right there at the bus stop, and invited us to come to their show later. Once we arrived at the town we were accompanied by a lovely old gentleman (who was very insistent on giving us the traditional besitos on each cheek) to the long windy path that led to the rocks we wanted to climb. We discovered skinny cobblestone roads with horses, puppies and kitties. We couldn't believe we were walking in such a paradise, with olive trees growing around us like weeds, and rolling orchards in the backdrop of impressive rocks. We stopped to have some fresh fruit from the fruteria near our houses, and check out the view. Along came two friendly hippies from Colombia and Germany. Matching the cliche, both had matching dreads, and offered us a joint. It was generous of them for sure, but they both expressed secret glee when they realized that they wouldnt have to share because we dont smoke. The old man shared funny jokes with us in an easy to understand accent. He told us that there really were only a few things that make Marajuana bad for you. One, it fucks with your memory, and also.....well, I cant remember what else. He also wanted to know if we were from "Esclavos Unidos"... Which means slave states. (It makes if funnier if you understand that the U.S. in spanish is "Los Ustados Unidos".) We didnt climb, but we did walk around and discovered awesome grafiti under the overhung cliffs, some sweet bolted routes, and a hanging bridge over a waterfall. Pretty magical day for me, Im beat, but the night is young. The plan for tonight is tapas, cervezas and a discoteca, that by the way, doesn't even open until 2:30 in the morning!
While scoping out the small puebla outside of Granada, Monochil, with my new good friend Maria, we encountered several wonderful things that reminded us that life is good. Before the bus ride there we met two young spaniard men on their way to a rapping festival. Upon request they gave us a mini performance right there at the bus stop, and invited us to come to their show later. Once we arrived at the town we were accompanied by a lovely old gentleman (who was very insistent on giving us the traditional besitos on each cheek) to the long windy path that led to the rocks we wanted to climb. We discovered skinny cobblestone roads with horses, puppies and kitties. We couldn't believe we were walking in such a paradise, with olive trees growing around us like weeds, and rolling orchards in the backdrop of impressive rocks. We stopped to have some fresh fruit from the fruteria near our houses, and check out the view. Along came two friendly hippies from Colombia and Germany. Matching the cliche, both had matching dreads, and offered us a joint. It was generous of them for sure, but they both expressed secret glee when they realized that they wouldnt have to share because we dont smoke. The old man shared funny jokes with us in an easy to understand accent. He told us that there really were only a few things that make Marajuana bad for you. One, it fucks with your memory, and also.....well, I cant remember what else. He also wanted to know if we were from "Esclavos Unidos"... Which means slave states. (It makes if funnier if you understand that the U.S. in spanish is "Los Ustados Unidos".) We didnt climb, but we did walk around and discovered awesome grafiti under the overhung cliffs, some sweet bolted routes, and a hanging bridge over a waterfall. Pretty magical day for me, Im beat, but the night is young. The plan for tonight is tapas, cervezas and a discoteca, that by the way, doesn't even open until 2:30 in the morning!
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