Saturday, April 28, 2007

It's a wonderful life

Sometimes life just hands you a peach of a day, one that you look back on and savor in memory for years afterwards. Today was such a day. An all-day excursion to the Albujarra, the part of the Sierra Nevada between Granada and the coast, named for the father of Boabdil, the last Moslem ruler of Granada (famously expelled by the Christian monarchs, or reyes catolicos, Ferdinand and Isabella, in 1492, but that's another story entirely).

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stumpito de la Albujarra

Stumpito de la Albujarra
As you can imagine, the bus tour around the mountains involved a fair amount of scary, inches-from-the-abyss, driving. There was a lot of good-natured shrieking, ooh-ing and aah-ing, and a couple of genuinely hold-on-for-dear-life, moments. I shrieked along with everyone else. My Dad, who would have been 85 on May 1st, and had both a fear of, and a fascination with, heights, would have loved it, in his own teeth-gritted, white-knuckled way. Dad, I was thinking of you every turn of the way.

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