Granada - Initial Impressions
I´ve been in Granada for about hours now. I checked into my hostel, and took a walk to orient myself and explore the immediate area. I was amazed. THIS is the place I should have come during college. You can feel the middle-eastern, hippie-style atmosphere in the very air itself.
Young, dreadlocked, cigarette-smoking musicians, garbed in all the typical middle-eastern-printed clothes that we typically associate with liberal college hippies, sit around in plazas and play gypsy music, while dark-skinned Princess Jasmines twist to the beat. Incense smokes out of every corner, and pro-social, liberal graffiti splatters the walls of buildings.
There are some of you (coughtimcough) who said I´d be the next to get hitched: I´d meet a girl in Greece and never come back. Well, THIS is the place I should fall in love. A nice, mocha-skinned hippie girl who splits her time between here and Morocco.
Although to be honest, as much as people who know me tend to associate me with that hippie lifestyle and mentality, I´ve never felt entirely comfortable in that setting, and I still don´t, even here, even now. There´s something that is subtley uncomfortable about it all. I think it´s the fact that that crowd tends to be into drugs, and I´m not. Some guy today in one of those groups approached me, pegged my heritage straight off, and offered me some hashish. I declined (in Spanish, mind you), and lamented the one barrier that´s separated me from my perceived ideal of a lifestyle and of women.
It´s interesting. I don´t know what I look for in women. I think I look for what I´ve found so far here. But when it comes down to it, I feel uncomfortable, because of the drugs. And even if they don´t do drugs, some people around them do. I haven´t really thought about women in almost a year, due to my last mini-relationship, and my new job. But I think it´s time to do some serious soul-searching. These next 9 weeks will be a good repose for self-reflection.
Young, dreadlocked, cigarette-smoking musicians, garbed in all the typical middle-eastern-printed clothes that we typically associate with liberal college hippies, sit around in plazas and play gypsy music, while dark-skinned Princess Jasmines twist to the beat. Incense smokes out of every corner, and pro-social, liberal graffiti splatters the walls of buildings.
There are some of you (coughtimcough) who said I´d be the next to get hitched: I´d meet a girl in Greece and never come back. Well, THIS is the place I should fall in love. A nice, mocha-skinned hippie girl who splits her time between here and Morocco.
Although to be honest, as much as people who know me tend to associate me with that hippie lifestyle and mentality, I´ve never felt entirely comfortable in that setting, and I still don´t, even here, even now. There´s something that is subtley uncomfortable about it all. I think it´s the fact that that crowd tends to be into drugs, and I´m not. Some guy today in one of those groups approached me, pegged my heritage straight off, and offered me some hashish. I declined (in Spanish, mind you), and lamented the one barrier that´s separated me from my perceived ideal of a lifestyle and of women.
It´s interesting. I don´t know what I look for in women. I think I look for what I´ve found so far here. But when it comes down to it, I feel uncomfortable, because of the drugs. And even if they don´t do drugs, some people around them do. I haven´t really thought about women in almost a year, due to my last mini-relationship, and my new job. But I think it´s time to do some serious soul-searching. These next 9 weeks will be a good repose for self-reflection.
posted by GM | 12:11
1 Comments:
Hey GM, Mumz here -- Perceived is the key word. You are looking for an artistic, creative, beautiful woman, but a healthy one. You will find her, maybe there, maybe in America. Colorful clothing, music and incense don't always lead to drugs. Don't give up the search for a healthy woman, she's out there....
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