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Saturday -- Day of the Tourists
This was our officially-unscheduled day. (The only one of the whole vacation.) So we slept in, and then wandered out for a lazy walk around Granada. Today's account is replete with photos, so it is mostly ( behind the cut tag )
We stopped for a late lunch of pizza, getting small separate ones once it became clear that I wanted the one covered with little eels. Thence back to the hotel for siesta.
For dinner, back to Khu Bar again, since I was feeling curious about the Meat on a Rock entrees. We were slightly disconcerted to find that pretty much nobody seems to even start serving dinner until 8pm -- consistently enough to make us wonder whether there was some sort of local ordinance that you can't start dinner until then, so that everybody has a chance to get home from church and changed.
Anyway, she ordered the Beef, and I had the Pork. The latter occasioned much discussion of how long it needed to be left on the rock to cook, but the end result was excellent: the sort of tender, juicy pork one doesn't get often. The sauces were a bit unremarkable, and the service was fairly terrible (I kept feeling like both we and the waiter were trying to do acrobatics over the communication barrier), but overall a pleasant enough meal.
Thence Yet More Dark Chocolate Gelato, and off to bed.
Tomorrow: Back to England.
We stopped for a late lunch of pizza, getting small separate ones once it became clear that I wanted the one covered with little eels. Thence back to the hotel for siesta.
For dinner, back to Khu Bar again, since I was feeling curious about the Meat on a Rock entrees. We were slightly disconcerted to find that pretty much nobody seems to even start serving dinner until 8pm -- consistently enough to make us wonder whether there was some sort of local ordinance that you can't start dinner until then, so that everybody has a chance to get home from church and changed.
Anyway, she ordered the Beef, and I had the Pork. The latter occasioned much discussion of how long it needed to be left on the rock to cook, but the end result was excellent: the sort of tender, juicy pork one doesn't get often. The sauces were a bit unremarkable, and the service was fairly terrible (I kept feeling like both we and the waiter were trying to do acrobatics over the communication barrier), but overall a pleasant enough meal.
Thence Yet More Dark Chocolate Gelato, and off to bed.
Tomorrow: Back to England.