grenada is tucked against the sierra nevada mountains of andalucia in southern spain. it's not like barcelona. it's not line san sebastian. it ain't madrid. any reasonable person who looks at spain, comes to spain, eats in spain, drinks in spain, they're going to fall in love. otherwise, there's something deeply wrong with you. spain is the sort of place that never really made any sense anyway. but in the very best possible way. this is the country that gave us the spanish inquisition. also anarchy. this is where devout catholicism mixes with surrealism, modernist cuisine with traditional tapas. christianity and islam spared space. the effects and influences of all those things are right here to see. you can almost look back through time and through the mists of history and see the venetians marching up across the vega. or are those feral hippies? an influx of international hippies, many of whom set up squats in the caves in the mountains, made things interesting. wherever you are on the idealogical spectrum, some stereotypical expectations. it's true, there are free t