After spending 3 nights at wonderful Granada, it was time to go back to Madrid! This meant that my Andalusian adventures are over…for now. Leaving our hostel, albeit very tired from our night out, the two bad tourists and I went to the bus station to await our journey back to the capital. A pretty eventful journey indeed as we were shouted at and glared at by a woman who seemingly tried to organise a group who didn’t listen to her…David made fast friends with her…
But just before we rolled into the bus station to catch our coach, we spied a large gathering of people heading to a square close by. Wondering what it could be, it wasn’t long before we heard the hubbub of a festival and the smells of spanish tapas wafting in the open windows. Feeling my stomach growl, I decided it was time for some food. Tapas style.
Leaving Auston to drown in his misery of being hungover, both David and I left the bus station after grappling with the luggage lockers there and crossed the road to the square close by. And wow, it was definitely a Spanish festival!
It was the Corpus Christi Festival. I wasn’t too sure, what it stood for but I absolutely was bowled over by the views. Everyone was dressed up in cultural Andalusian style.
It was just exactly like going back in time. Clearly, this festival has been around for a long time. Many horse carriages thundered past us as we jumped out of the way to yell at the laughing riders holding the reins in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other. Ah, so drink driving was earlier than I thought…
But despite enjoying the views and immersing ourselves in this cultural experience, David and I wanted food. Stat. Parking up at a bar, I couldn’t help but salivate the food laid before me. Could I have all of this?
Smacking our lips, washing our dinner down with a bottle of fizzy orange, we looked at the time. Cripes, we better get back to the bus and wake up Auston! It was disappointing we couldn’t stay there for too long but as I say, you never know what you expect on your travels. So next time, when I’m in Granada at the same time, I’ll be sure to check it out.
And what did we see when we got back to the bus station? A multitude of international amateur photographers, standing in front of and grappling with a most distinctive image of backpacker travel on European buses. Auston.
Aw, I guess he’s tired.