I Probably Shouldn't Become a Cave-Dwelling Hippie

I've reached the two month point in my stay in Europe, which means that I'm now over half-way done and have received my cue to be sad that my departure is now getting closer and closer. What I'm going to miss most of all is the ability to hop on a train or plane and get off a couple hours later in a totally different country with a different language, culture, history, the whole shebang. I can totally see how the hippies I hung out with at my hostel in Granada last weekend ended up just not going back to their country of origin. That's not to say I think I could travel like they do, just ending up in places, finding jobs, and semi-living in caves (though apparently they're nice in Granada, more like houses) but I definitely could spend more time abroad, perhaps teaching for a year or something along those lines like some of the other Americans I met were doing. I'll have to see, I have lots of time ahead of me, but I'm sure not counting down the days until I leave like some people are doing! 

New dog friend named Poker

La Alhambra viewed from the hostel

Granada and Paco's cactuses (Seriously, there was a sign that said "Please don't throw trash into Paco's cactuses.")

One of the girls we met at the hostel told us about this street near a graffiti artist's house that was really cool. It was murals and drawings and not just someone's initials scrawled with spray paint. 

Patio de los Arrayanes inside el Palacio Nazari in La Alhambra

Overview of Granada and the mountains from one of the towers of Alcazaba at La Alhambra

If there are no pumpkins to carve for Halloween, pineapples are almost as good!