The draw in Granada is not just the celebrated Alhambra but family ties too: nephew
Michael is three weeks into a six-month sabbatical there with Alice, Ana and
Rex. We’re keen to remove the rust from our ability to order cold beer in
Spanish, and to look for new birds too. Maybe even one we’ve sought in vain
before: the outlandish, garishly attired hoopoe.
If all goes according to plan, we should return intact to
this side of the Atlantic October 4. No doubt Jan and I will think
of something to write about soon thereafter.
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