I'm sorry I've been delinquent at writing! It's so tough with the unreliable internet and all the travelling. But I'm here! After lots of traveling! I'm going to try and recount the highlights of the last couple weeks. First up, Las Alpujarras! It was drop-dead beautiful. My friend Jessie and I decided (completely spontaneously) to buy tickets to Pampaneira, one of the towns in the region. After a (very) perilous journey, with half-blind gentleman driving the bus and poor Jessie almost throwing up next to me, we finally made it there. Me being a complete idiot, I decided the perfect outfit to go hiking in was shorts, a white blouse, and Sperry's. I don't want to talk about it. Well, apparently it was really warm in Granada that day, but in the Sierra Nevada mountains... not so much. But I quickly forgot about it when I saw the towns. It looks like somebody picked up a Greek village and dropped it down in the middle of a temperate zone.
So the whole idea is to get there, do a little bit of shopping and eating, and then hike onto the next village. Las Alpujarras are famous for the hand-woven rugs, and I REALLY wanted to get one, but figured it would be too heavy to cart around. So I consoled myself with a hippy-looking purse that everybody now claims looks like a Peruvian bag. Whatever. Oh, and on a side note, we turned the corner, and look what we saw!
The cutest thing you've ever seen! A woman told us to take one, and I almost did, but it would be problematic trying to sneak it on to the plane going back to the US. The next town was Bublion, which was much quieter, but still pretty. After all the hiking we were doing, the toast with jam that morning really wasn't cutting it. I almost took a bite out of a cow walking by. So imagine our faces when we get to Bublion and not seeing a single restaurant open, after just leaving Pampaneira which was brimming with them. We almost cried... until we turned the corner and found a little alpine lodge that served food! Salvation! We had an incredible meal of Alpujarran meat, roasted potatoes, and pesto pasta. 
Yes, I was in heaven. But it was short-lived. This is the point where the cold became intolerable, and I caved and bought an 8 euro hippy sweater. I'm pretty sure everyone thought I was a traveling minstrel. When we finally ended at Capileira, our bodies were screaming for siesta (hey, I can't go a day without one now). So what did we do? What you should always do while exploring random villages. We found a church courtyard, and fell asleep there in the sun. It was way less sketch than it sounds, I swear. Anyway, I woke up to the most beautiful sight I've ever seen.
It is currently the background on my computer. I can now literally say I slept in the clouds. The day ended when we finally took the bus from Capileira all the way back to Granada as the sun was setting. Ahh, perfect. 
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