Who knew Granada is filled with hippies?

I am feeling human again thankfully. A night of sleep, and imagine this, no drinking has almost miraculous restorative effects...Granada is lovely and the Alhambra really is amazing. Its an old Moorish palace that is almost mindbending in its beauty....the architecture made me really happy...which is fortunate as I have decided to go to Morocco tomorrow. I found a travel companion with a penis and am feeling brave enough to check it out. I've been told repeatedly that they love round, fair blondes with blue eyes but will probably only hiss and catcall.. So apparently Morocco is just a really overgrown construction site...right.....I am very grateful to have a fake fiance for the trip. I spent the rest of the day puttering around and happily munching on dirt cheap super yummy falafel. Granada's Moorish influence is still alive and kicking which means bitchin Arabic food. Lucky me....for some reason that also mean tons of dreadies..they are seriously everywhere. I suppose its the lure of hash, but I honestly haven't had this much close proximity to hippies since Boulder. I went to the Mirador de San Nicolas to watch the sun set behind the Alhambra with the Sierra Nevada looming in the distance, which is as beautiful as it sounds. Just subtract the horrible bongo soundtrack and the all pervasive scent of patchouli and it would be heaven. Bloody hippies