Granada

"Umm guys the door won't un-lock!?" Gail said laughing nervously. After each one of us tried to unlock the door we found out that yes we were definitely locked in our room. Ten minutes later after yelling out the window for help, the same annoyed hostel manager who had to help us the night before when our power went out came up to let us out. "Yeah guess you guys won't be able to lock your room while your in there" Oooo the joys of hostels....

This was how our first full day in Granada started, foreshadowing how the rest of the trip would go. First we went to see the Alhambra ( A palace constructed during the mid 14th century by the Moors) since that was the thing "we had to see" while in Granada. After the visit to the Alhambra we had the afternoon free to walk around and explore. This is when the third incident happened. While in a shoe store one of my friends got her wallet stolen right out of her purse. After all that drama we decided to make our way back to our hostel where the 4th incident occured. We stopped at this little shop really close to the hostel, and we were all looking at these tapestries. The man who owned the shop was really friendly and spoke a lot of English. After a couple of us had made some purchases the man comes out of the shop and says "Me Has Robado!" (I have been robbed). I understood what he was saying right away but no one else did so I figured maybe I heard him wrong, after all we had just bought a bunch of stuff from him. He pulled out his phone and threatened to call the police. We all looked at each other the confused. He then pointed to a display of earrings (none where missing) saying that he knew we had all robbed him. We didn't, we protested offering to empty our purses, pockets and bags. No he shook his head saying he was going to give us one last chance to give him back his stuff or he was calling the police. So he called the police while we stood around in shock, not sure what to do. After calling (or pretending to call) the police he told us to get out of his shop and to never come back and that we were a disgrace to our country. After escaping from our almost run in with the law we decided to shower and take the beloved siesta. I somehow fell asleep even though my mattress was in the middle of the central walk way between our two rooms...and my pillow was a misshapen piece of foam (actually the most comfortable pillow I have ever had) and woke up in the middle of somebody talking about how their dad had a gun to their head...but thats another story. That night we ended up going to a discoteca that was inside a series of caves up on a mountain, which had a lovely view of the Alhambra all lit up at night. If only I had brought my camera. The rest of the trip went smoothly except for when Noelle and I noticed that we had bought our bus tickets back for 3 a.m not 3 p.m. Whooops.