Our friend Jiri has made sure we see the most wonderful views of the Alhambra and the Sierra Nevada today. He arranged a seminar at the University of Granada where we read from our work and discussed literature with students and faculty. Tomorrow some of them will join us here at our hotel to continue discussions. It feels like a rare privilege. Last night we went to a cave in Sacromonte to experience gypsy flamenco and I am still hearing that music, its power and beauty. In the morning we will go to the Alhambra to explore.
For some reason, every time we try to leave our accommodation in the gardens of the Carmen de la Victoria, we get lost. What does this mean? We wander the cobbled paths among bougainvillea, oranges, iris, pomegranate, jasmine, wisteria, little pools and fountains, and we can’t find a way to leave. Birds sing. Lines of poetry accumulate in the heart. I imagine us finding a flat in this neighbourhood and buying orange trees from the little shop in one of the lanes we wandered with Jiri. To be continued, as my grandson Henry would say.
...Theresa Kishkan 