Okay. Welp. We had laundry to do. Well… Aneel had laundry to do; I over packed as usual and still had a few days left. But you know, if Aneel was doing laundry then it only made sense for me to do laundry as well.
(Side note: please forgive my rambling. I’m actually writing this sitting in Almagro having had perhaps… a couple of glasses of wine with dinner. Aneel did grumpy cat impersonations. I giggled. I’m tipsy… Aneel is denying his tipsy but don’t believe him. He likes to keep things close to the vest. Okay… where was I? Laundry!!).
So we meandered through Granada towards the laundry place that Aneel found but also in the direction of the Albayzin, which I wanted to walk through). The laundry went super smoothly; I was impressed. Seriously, we started the wash, gave the guy instructions for when we’d be back to pick it up, and left. Presto. Laundry taken care of. Amazing. Having Aneel on this trip is super useful and awesome. I learn things about traveling. The meandering got a little confused at this point; we walked up a fairly decent hill to a pretty high point in Granada, oohed and aaahed at the city, and then wandered back down through the Albayzin, through the narrow winding streets of this Medieval Moorish neighborhood. I’d like to come back here at some point in time.
mad cognition 