My first visit to Granada was almost ten years ago. One of my best friends was studying spanish abroad for a few months and another friend from California and I flew to Malaga to meet up with her and start our month long backpacking trip around Europe. I had never been to Spain before and really didn’t quite know what to expect. I was 19 and had a backpack overloaded with film and was filled with excitement to explore Europe with two of my best friends. The weekend we spent in Granada was perfectly timed during a religious festival. I vividly remember dancing in a square surrounded by people of all ages, from grandmas to children. It was raining and everyone was soaking wet, and while we must have been freezing cold, no one seemed to mind the rain one bit as we danced into the wee hours of the morning. Maybe I have romanticized my few days in Granada as time has passed, but my memories of our time there are sort of magical. Needless to say, I was both excited and a little scared to go back to the city I fell in love with almost a decade ago. I was scared that I would return and see nothing of the place of my memories. Fortunately that was not at all the case. We only spent a day there, and I wish we could have stayed longer, but walking through winding streets of the Albayzín took me back to that place ten years ago, at the beginning of our adventure, completely mesmerized by the charming little city.