It felt like a crime to wake the kids up at 0400 this morning.
We got ourselves together and after a short taxi from the hotel we caught the Gatwick express from Victoria station. Luckily, the hotel provided breakfast boxes.
After the rigors of navigating the airport we were on the plane and on our way to the next adventure.
Once at the airport we waited an hour to get the rental car and another hour installing car seats. Not a great start.
While a trip to the beach before Granada sounded nice the kids were tired and took a nap during the two hour drive from Malaga to Granada. In the end well rested kids equal happy kids and a better trip.
The trip to Granada was beautiful. We headed away from the beach inland towards the snow capped Sierra Nevada mountains. The road was lined with olive groves and, of course, the sun was out. In some ways the architecture and landscape reminded me of central California.
When we arrived in Granada it took some time to find the meeting spot to get the keys for our holiday let. It took even longer to find a parking garage. I’m sure I broke some traffic laws along the way.
We then trekked thorough the old Islamic district to the apartment.
Once we got settled we headed out for tapas. We still needed to move the car to the correct parking spot and hit a tapas bar on the way.
We finally moved the rental car and walked our luggage through the labyrinthine streets of the old Islamic district, the sounds of our wheeled luggage on the cobblestones echoing in the narrow passages.