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Andalucian Memories To TreasureHave You any Andalucian Memories to treasure... or any funny stories, maybe a ridiculous menu translation, or something not so funny. Please, share you stories with us. The day we went to Granada we were misguided by an Alhambra entrance ticket man... Our viewing slot for the Nazrid palaces was at 6:30pm. The ticket man said: "The palace is near, about 100 metres. Be heading that way some 5 minutes beforehand, they'll exclude you, if you're late for your slot." We'd already heard similar-sounding stories...
It was a perfect, silky, Sunday afternoon. Spring flowers were in full bloom; the variety of colours astounded. Heavenly scent came from the thousands and thousands of roses. Everyone was immersed in the Magic of the Generalife. Some silly, handsome bird was flirting with the crowds and yes, we also observed it...and tried too, to get a great snap of it. Just like the tourists! We realised we had three minutes left. We started racing. Where were those Nazrid Palaces...? Not that gate, nor the next, nor the next... Then, we mistakenly entered Carlos V's Palace. "NO! Be quick you'll be late!" Muttered a drained ticket lady. Off we tore... Finally, down a crowded slope, there was the 6:30pm queue. Panting, we joined them. It was 6:50pm! In fact, we waited almost another 20 mins, before finally entering!
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