Then I opened Instagram, ran a filter over it, and posted it — to send it off into the world to be liked and viewed for its moment of glory, and to shortly after join the stream of other Instagrams disappearing into our Internet wasteland.
Somehow, I’ve entered a special dimension — that space only accessible in these sorts of moments — where time truly reveals itself. Where time is more than the past, present, and future; and more than here and there and the line that connects them.
Still, Granada lingers in my mind. I wish I could have spent a few months in this city, but had three days. Just three days. I wandered its narrow, white-walled alleyways and explored quiet parts of neighborhoods, stumbling upon vestiges of Al-Andalus at every corner. And the incredible hilltop palace, the Alhambra, is quite a sight.
In Granada, it’s easy to lose your way and escape the crowds. I’m drawn to silence here — when faced with direction A (a lively corner of cafes in the Albayzin) and direction B (a narrow, empty alley of ascending steps leading somewhere), I choose B.
I wanted to give you a glimpse of this ancient, intriguing, and gorgeous city.