We rolled into Granada and were instantly struck by the view—snow-capped Sierra Nevadas rising in the distance. Javier called them “the real Sierra Nevadas,” and we could see why. It was unexpected and breathtaking, especially set against the warm, earthy tones of the city. A snowy mountain backdrop in Spain? Wow!
We checked into Hotel Ciudad de Granada around 6:00 p.m.
Javier let us know this was the place to take care of laundry—best deal of the trip, and it’d be done by tomorrow.
He told us to meet outside by 7:00, so we quickly turned in our clothes, dropped our bags, did a fast change, and met the group right on time.
From our hotel in Granada to Carmen de Alhambra, it was just under 1.4 miles—but what really stood out was the climb. We tackled around 400 stairs as we wound our way uphill through the historic Realejo neighborhood. It wasn’t just a walk—it was a workout with a view!
We made our way through the Albaicín, Granada’s old Moorish quarter—one of the oldest and most beautiful neighborhoods in the city. With its maze-like cobblestone streets, whitewashed buildings, and steep alleys, it felt like we’d stepped back centuries. The design was intentional—built to keep homes cool and invaders confused. It worked. Even now, it’s easy to get turned around—but in the best, most enchanting way.
Along the walk, Javier pointed out bitter orange trees lining the streets. They were everywhere—bright and fragrant. He explained they aren’t for eating (too sour!), but they’ve long been used for marmalade, essential oils, and perfume. The scent alone made the air feel fresher.
He also shared stories about the gypsies in Sacromonte, the hillside caves nearby where Roma communities have lived for generations. Their traditions, especially flamenco music and dance, are woven into the soul of the city.
By the time we reached Carmen de la Alhambra, we were ready for a great meal—but nothing could’ve prepared us for what we got. In Granada, a Carmen isn’t just a name—it refers to a traditional home surrounded by gardens and fruit trees, often with terraces overlooking the Alhambra. This restaurant used to be someone’s private home, and dining there felt like we were guests in their garden.
From our table, we had a direct view of the Alhambra glowing in the evening light. It was absolutely surreal.
And then the food began. We started with a crispy shrimp appetizer over avocado purée—light, flavorful, and beautifully plated.
That was followed by a fresh salad with goat cheese and raisins, a warm and silky zucchini soup, a perfectly cooked beef dish with roasted potatoes, and finally, a delicate layered cake topped with a chocolate heart. Everything was cooked with care—nothing too heavy, just simple, delicious, balanced flavors. Honestly? It was the best dinner of the trip.
Just before we left, the sky turned soft pink and cast that warm alpenglow over the Alhambra. Everyone stopped mid-bite. It felt like a postcard come to life.
After dinner, we made our way slowly back to the hotel, winding again through those quiet stone streets, bellies and hearts full. The city felt even more magical at night.
We were exhausted, but in the best way. Tomorrow, we cross the river and step inside the Alhambra—but that story deserves its own page.
Happiness is Possible 