Thursday, June 11, 2026
The Rain in Spain
Actually, it didn't rain while we were in Granada, although it did pretty much everywhere else we went in Spain.
The Alhambra. And us. And thousands of other tourists with no spatial awareness. It was meant to be.
Nice views. Although I'm sure somewhere someone has written a shitty Yelp review about them.
I know, I'm obsessed with ceilings. They have to be a bitch to keep clean, though, don't you think?
There was a market with lots of cute little shops and stalls. I always think photos of lamps like this are going to look really cool and then everything's just kind of hanging there. Deal with it.
So I thought the Inquisition Museum was going to be like a solemn national reckoning with the abuses of the era, but no, just a lot of torture devices. This one was probably the least awful, if you can believe it.
Also from the Inquisition Museum, and I have no idea what is supposed to be going on here. Art can be complex like that.
Speaking of complex art. Whatever you feel when you look at this, it is sick and wrong.
It seemed like Granada was always uphill and never downhill, except for this moment, basically. Sorry to the lady whose power walk I inadvertently immortalized here.
