My lone morning in the Alhambra was a treat.
Showing posts with label Granada. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Granada. Show all posts
Sunday, 13 May 2012
Alone in the Alhambra
It's funny what you notice when you're on your own in a famous place with a new camera.
My lone morning in the Alhambra was a treat.
My lone morning in the Alhambra was a treat.
Sunday, 29 April 2012
The Big Pom
I probably like a pomegranate more than the next girl.
When I was little and living in Oman, we used to visit a village called Wakan, perched up high on the edge of the jauntily named Gubrah Bowl. (I've just Googled Wakan and slightly wish I hadn't ... the stony pathway up through the apricots, dates and pomegranates didn't used to have a handrail and neat steps or - heaven forfend - a tourist office...) My very favourite photo of my parents was taken under a powder-puff bower of pink pomegranate blossom above Wakan. I remember lining up the shot and saying please smile nicely. My Dad is super tanned and sporting his very own eternal brand of khaki-on-khaki chic and Mum is rocking a Pentax, an Hermes scarf and Jesus sandals. That photo has sat on my bedside table since I was 9.
Poor old Persephone always piqued my sympathy where most women in Greek myths left me cold. Who can resist a pomegranate, right? I think she did pretty well to stop at six seeds. If I'd been as hungry as she was, we definitely wouldn't have a Spring or a Summer.
Anyway, imagine my delight when I discovered that the name of my favourite fruit only means Apple of Granada!
And the people in charge really know how to celebrate their apple... it's all over the place.
When I was little and living in Oman, we used to visit a village called Wakan, perched up high on the edge of the jauntily named Gubrah Bowl. (I've just Googled Wakan and slightly wish I hadn't ... the stony pathway up through the apricots, dates and pomegranates didn't used to have a handrail and neat steps or - heaven forfend - a tourist office...) My very favourite photo of my parents was taken under a powder-puff bower of pink pomegranate blossom above Wakan. I remember lining up the shot and saying please smile nicely. My Dad is super tanned and sporting his very own eternal brand of khaki-on-khaki chic and Mum is rocking a Pentax, an Hermes scarf and Jesus sandals. That photo has sat on my bedside table since I was 9.
Poor old Persephone always piqued my sympathy where most women in Greek myths left me cold. Who can resist a pomegranate, right? I think she did pretty well to stop at six seeds. If I'd been as hungry as she was, we definitely wouldn't have a Spring or a Summer.
Anyway, imagine my delight when I discovered that the name of my favourite fruit only means Apple of Granada!
And the people in charge really know how to celebrate their apple... it's all over the place.
Sunday, 22 April 2012
What's going on here?
Is this turning into some kind of travel blog? Do you still have a job? Or are you just swanning about these days taking photos of a random selection of pale pink Berlinscapes and shells sloshing about on sandy white beaches?
Well you may ask.
I have got a job but I didn't for a whole 5 weeks in March and April and it was wonderful.
Here's the beginning of a lovely week in Granada with Federica, Joshua and their perfect treasure of a baby, Maya. The first almond blossoms were out, someone was learning to walk, I was learning to make vegetarian sushi (coated in rosemary blossoms) and the sun was warm but not burning.
Well you may ask.
I have got a job but I didn't for a whole 5 weeks in March and April and it was wonderful.
Here's the beginning of a lovely week in Granada with Federica, Joshua and their perfect treasure of a baby, Maya. The first almond blossoms were out, someone was learning to walk, I was learning to make vegetarian sushi (coated in rosemary blossoms) and the sun was warm but not burning.
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