Madrid to Granada by autobus
Now that I’ve been in Granada I know that it was one of my best travel decisions yet. Before the confirmation of experience however, it was on the heel of this windmill scene that I felt nothing but gladness over living at this very point in the timeline of the world, and that right then I was right there, in Andalucia...Andalucia,Spain -Thinking Coral/WordPress -May 4th, 2007: -- One of my favourite parcels of time in Spain was the bus ride from Madrid to Granada. Gipuzkoa, where I had been, has quite different scenery to much of the rest of Spain; its bushy green hills very unlike the vast stretches of parched, gold-tufted land that have probably had more of a hand in shaping the Spanish spirit. Yet despite the presupposition of the imagination that dryness begets barrenness, the variety of colours and forms that I saw from the window were nothing short of enthralling. The area between Madrid and Granada was especially stimulating as the arid soil somehow still managed to give life to many green trees and shrubs...
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