Santa Fe friend, John Gough, and I flew down here yesterday to visit (and stay with) his amazing sweetheart, Marcia, who's been living here for four years. She remodeled a crumbling, traditional barrio dwelling into an amazing, contemporary work of art. I'm not sure how many other residents on this street have a small swimming pool inside the front entry, but I'm guessing not too many. Between the pool and the Wi-Fi network, this is the best place to stay in Granada. But you have to have connections... Bwhahahaha!
This afternoon, as I downloaded the morning's photos, I heard a band playing. It sounded very close. A trumpet or two, a bass drum, snare drum, tuba, and trombone. I ignored it, figuring it would be gone by the time I ran downstairs and went outside. 30 minutes later it's still playing so I grab the video camera and run downstairs and out to the street. About three doors down a band is on the porch of a house playing for what looks like a birthday party. Very cool stuff. People stare at me with curious looks as I slowly circle the small crowd, aiming the video camera at them and at the band. I'd be paranoid about being intrusive, except I figure they're thinking "I don't know who he is, but he's gotta be staying at Marcia's house." Marcia later confirms that they were thinking exactly that. Later tonight I'll put a clip on YouTube and post a link to it.
This place is fascinating. Colorful. Unique. Friendly. Happy. Where else do you see a funeral home with a sign like this? Unbelievable.