A week ago I took a bus to the village of Beas de Granada with some American friends, then we walked 16k back to Granada. We congratulated ourselves several times for picking the perfect day.
This plant (mustard?) was blooming on the plains along the Río Darro, along with the occasional red poppy and other spring flowers.
Last weekend we biked into the vega with another family to have lunch on a patio overlooking asparagus fields.
The restaurant occupies an old farmhouse. It was such a beautiful day, all the diners chose to sit outside.
Sheep and goat crossing near the restaurant (0:21)
Biking back toward Granada. The Sierra Nevada mountains still have some snow, but it’s going fast.
Yesterday I hiked with some Americans in the Lecrin Valley south of Granada, where a microclimate is perfect for growing oranges.
The scent? Meh. Probably just what heaven smells like.
Use your imagination here: orange blossoms, poppies, dappled sunlight, the faint hum of bees and chirping of birds…
Snow melt flows along this irrigation channel in the village of Melegís
Fancy migas (fried bread crumbles)