Granada and Barcelona

This is sad.
I have been working TIRELESSLY on my mom's blog, and I have not recieved a single comment. Seriously, guys? SERIOUSLY?
Ugh. Well, anyway, if anyone decides to actually read this post, we have been through Granada, Spain, and I am currently in Barcelona.
In Grenada, we roamed the city, met family friends, recieved a private tour of a church, and even HANDLED ARTIFACTS FROM THE THIRTEEN THROUGH SEVENTEENTH CENTURIES. That was the most amazing experience EVER, so I'll have to tell you about it in my next paragraph.
Our drive from Sevilla to Granada was rather uneventful. All we did was annoy our parents in a cramped car for three hours, which was fun. When we reached Granada, we walked around a little bit and bought supplies to stock up our awesome but cold house.
After we went to the market, we decided to head to a late lunch. The person who had rented the house to us reccomended a small local restaurant. We walked over there (a short walk) along the river, and Mom made the brilliant descision to "go Local." Great idea, Mom. Great idea.
Anyway (sorry for getting off track), we ordered a dish called "choto." Apparently, it's the specailty of Granada.
Turns out that it's chopped up baby goat. The liver was actually fairly tasty. That is, until we figured out what it was. Then, Nina started feeding some to the dogs and cats that were roaming around (and Mom got mad).
After lunch, (shiver) we met our friends in Santa Fe, Granada. During dinner, they kept forcing more and more olive oil onto my plate. "Mas! Mas aciete!" They demanded. I think I almost exploded from all the starch I consumed in that single meal. Seriously. It wouldn't have been a pretty explosion, either. It would have been filled wirth calamari and sausages and bread and potatoes and olive oil.
Boom. Splat.
Like I said, not pretty.
Let's get that image of the explosion out of my head and fast forward two days, to when we visited the Alhambra. It's the most visited tourist deestination in Europe, according to Dad's "Rick Steves" guidebook that he carries around. Ugh.
Well, the palace itself was amazing. Most of it was Moorish, and very, very old. The stone and woodwork was fascinating. How....how did they do that?! And in ancient times, too!
What messed with my head was the nagging fact that women were subjegated in those times. I wish that they weren't.
Well, that was pretty much our stay in Granada. Here are some pics!

 Nina trying to stomach the choto.

 This is it. Check out the fat to meat ratio. It has to be like, three to one.

 The priest let us hold this ancient, solid silver relic, which once belonged to Queen Isabella.

 This is our family in Spain.

 Enjoying the Ahlambra (all but Daddy.)

 This is the cathedral in Santa Fe, Granada.

Nina and I at the Alhambra. 

So, this is it! COMMENT OR DIE.
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-The Puffin