Fin de semana en Granada

Laura arrived in Granada on Friday with a budget train ticket, but her suitcase squeaked like a mouse on every staircase. That afternoon, she walked to a small lookout where the Alhambra shone like a golden treasure against the blue sky. The next day, she got lost in steep alleyways scented with jasmine and freshly ground coffee. In a bar, the waiter suggested she wait before entering if she didn't have a reservation, so Laura jotted down the advice without protest. On Sunday, after sleeping in, she shared a Spanish omelette with vegetables, savoring a slow breakfast before the train. As she boarded the train, she tucked the chocolate-stained map into her backpack, her best memory of every corner explored.