End of Granada and Going Home

We weren’t actually leaving till 1 in the afternoon, we after waking up, packing and eating another really good breakfast (it rivaled the hotel in Seville, but didn’t quite make it to my #1 favorite breakfast, even though they do have my new favorite cereal) we headed down to the market! It was quite the walk and I wasn’t really planning on exerting myself that much that day, but it was alright. The market was little and again reminded me a lot of the market in Mexico. And while we were shopping there was this guy that told me that I was beautiful, and wanted to talk to me and have me sit down next to him, because I must have been really tired from partying that night before (all in Spanish, he was one of the merchants). So I promptly ran away into another store and kept my distance from the market after that.
Also, while we were shopping, there were some very loud tourists that were obviously from the South, speaking with the really thick accent. And while we were walking by them, this one very large (by large I mean like really tall and hefty, not fat, just BIG) man said something, and Missy the girl I was with, thought it would be funny to repeat it to me while we were walking to sit down on a bench. So she did, but unfortunately she said it loud enough that not only I could hear it but so could just about everyone else that was around us, so by the time that we were sitting on the bench the entire table of southerners had stopped their boisterous conversation and were looking right at me and Missy sitting on a bench. I was completely oblivious to this until Missy told me to look over and see if they were still looking at us. They were, and she started freaking out. Luckily right at that time, a large group of people decided to walk in front of us, so we quickly stood up and walked right into the middle of them and to the other side of the plaza to “look at the flowers”. While Missy was “admiring the flores”, I turned around to see what the people who had previously been staring at us were doing, and they had stood up at their table and were looking around for us, and were moving quickly! So… we in turn had to act quickly, and walked as quickly as we could, without drawing too much attention, to the south end of the plaza, all while I was trying to shed my jacket so that I wouldn’t be as easy to recognize, because I was guilty by association! When we got there we hid behind a little model of a carousel to stay out of view. By this time, the big southern man was walking around by the flower place that we were just at, so we took this as our cue to run into the store that was across the sidewalk and straight into the back of it. I was laughing so hard at this whole situation that I could barely control myself when Missy put her long hair into a pony tail and then put her hood over her head so that then she, too, would not be as recognizable. When we finally made our way to the front of the store, the big man was nowhere to be seen, so we again walked quickly and inconspicuously down the side walk into a really touristy store, where we grabbed our other friends who were looking at fans, and took off! It was pretty intense! But we escaped, able to live another day! After that, we had just about had enough of Granada, so we caught a bus back to the hotel, and loaded onto the bus to go home. We had a 6 or 7 hour bus ride home, but the bus driver was kind enough to take a little detour and stop at some windmills out in the middle of nowhere. I guess they are the windmills that inspired a chapter in the book “Don Quixote” by Cervantes (who was born in the town where I live right now, fun fact). It was cool to see those, but it was really windy and cold, which would explain why they chose to put windmills there, so we didn’t stay too long. After that, it was just a bus full of tired students and bored professor’s children for 5 hours till we got home that night! Yet another good day in Spain!