This post was written during the trip.
Despite their charm, European cities really do piss me off sometimes. After arriving in Granada, it took us nearly two full hours to go a net total of about 5km (which is just under 25 furlongs, if my calculations are correct). In the end, getting to the hotel required driving through a large area of town marked explicitly for taxis and buses only.
Even better was the fact that we couldn't find the hotel immediately—apparantely there are several buildings marked "31" on Gran Via Colón in Granada. Suck.
When we did finally arrive, however ... well, wow. It turns out that Layla's mom found us the only 5 star hotel in Granada. Megaswank.
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