So every traveler has their own way of traveling. Some ambitious travelers do hours upon hours of pre-arrival research on Trip Advisor. They show up to their hotel with a thick, quadruple stapled pile of papers to live by for the next xxx days. Others carry around a travel book, or travel “bible” should I say, and treat it like their newborn baby. Then there are the “mappys.” We all have seen ‘em. They are those eye-soaring every-local-makes-fun-of-you tourist, that carries around a life size map in front of their face as they walk down the street. Chances are, you’ll see these people bump into a few street signs. And finally, there are those who go the tour guide route. This eliminates the fear of getting lost in a foreign place, all the while getting the proper historical background on every nook and cranny of the city.
So where do I fit in?
This has been my question for the past couple of weeks. I’ve been on a constant travelers struggle between what I ought to be seeing according to the hostel maps and travel guides…
verse what I get true enjoyment out of seeing. Or experiencing, I should say.
The answer? Plan for GraNADA.
Allow me to clarify. Research is a wonderful thing. Trip Advisor is great. So are maps. And so are tour books. Read them. But save yourself the weight of a heavy bag, and leave them on your bed.
Let me tell you how I came to this conclusion.
So I arrived in Granada last weekend with a well-researched list of all the spots I wanted to see. The Palace of Charles, the Cathedral, the Arc of Elvira, the Monastery of Saint Jerome, and of course the highly anticipated Alhambra.
I didn’t get to see half of these. But let me tell you, I got to see the Alhambra. In more ways than just one. In more ways than my travel book could have ever advised me.
The first day I was stressed out about seeing all of the places circled on my map, going to all of the little restaurants I sought out for #AWanderingCasiedilla, and maximizing the most of my day so I had time to do it all. And then I realized how stressed I was…on VACATION (well, kind of). Might I add, that the culture of Granada is all about chill. The chilled-out music scene on the streets, the dread-headed hippies in parachute pants, and of course the “tetería” tea shops filled with hookah’s and “tea-huggers.”
So, I threw out my map. Kind of anti-climactically rebellious, I know. But I did. And then I walked. And found SO MANY hidden spots my research would have never led me to. I talked to the local nut guy,
the struggling street artist
and the nomad from Morocco.
I then went back to my hostel to speak with my new friend Kevin, a Swizz guy who moved to Granada to work in the hostel. I told him about my realization, and how I wanted to explore. Next thing I knew, my new Australian friend, Kevin, and I were off to explore the underground treasures of Granada. No maps, no wifi, NADA. We decided to go on a hike up Mount Sacromonte to watch the sunset behind Alhambra.
And next thing I knew I was in a gypsy cave.
YUP. It’s true. And it happened just like that. New Aussie friend, Kevin and I were hiking up the mountain, when we came across Nadar, Kevin’s friend from Senegal. It was no surprise that we ran into Nadar, because he lives on the mountain. In a cave.
Now, Mount Sacromente is known for its gypsy caves. In fact, there’s a whole community of cave dwellers. It’s kind of like the suburbs of Granada, right? Well, while its a known entity that these cave dwellers exist, the average city person doesn’t actually intermingle with the cave community. And tourists definitely don’t.
So my two new friends and I were invited into Nadar’s cave to “tomar un café,” or “drink a coffee.” And coffee we drank. The best coffee I have EVER had. No joke. Coffee beans hand delivered to our cave, straight from Senegal.
I met Nadar’s friends. They all had a story to tell. But the most incredible thing I learned was that they all chose to live in the caves. They didn’t live in the caves because they couldn’t afford a “real” apartment. They didn’t live in the caves because they were kicked out of their home and had nowhere else to go. They didn’t live in the caves because they were run-away criminals (LOL. At least I hope…)
As Nadar explained it, he chose to live in his cave because of “the simple life.” A life that focuses on the GraNADA way. However, without the materialistic clutter of the city. A life shared with friends, a sense of community, music…
and the best sunset in all of Granada.
Now THAT is real Granada. Good thing I threw out my travel book.
#youngwildwanderingandhungry
What kind of traveler are YOU? Comment below and share!
Wait wait so these weren’t the typical Romanian steal your shit gypsies right? Lol just cave dwellers??
Yep, just your every day friendly cave dwellers! I’ve met some pretty unique people throughout my travels, but not like these guys…
Gotcha! When I went to Barcelona after Madrid, Louis that British boy, literally came to see me for a night and while we were walking through the street at 6am a gypsy (we didn’t know he was a gypsy at the time obvi) came up to us and was dancing on us and shit as a distraction while he stole Louis’s phone!!!! But after hearing everyone’s stories, I told Louis to check his pockets! His phone was stolen! But he got it back! 🙂 anyway!!! I still regret not having a long convo with that gypsy about his life’s work since I actually had the pleasure of meeting one!!!!! Soooo I challenge you to find a gypsy and interview him or her because that would be soooo cool!
Kelly…Challenge ACCEPTED. Look out for the post 😉
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This is my friend I met while adventuring through Madrid alone completely planless and she’s still in Spain and she’s awesome and has awesome stories to tell! Like this one! Soooo follow her!
Paz y besos
Thank you Kelly!!!!
You’re fucking awesome casie. Love reading these
Alec I’m glad you’re enjoying them! Hope all is well in Jers. Give Mahwah a big hello for me 🙂