Photogenic Granada is even more so in the morning light. I wander down the street and catch part of mass in La Merced, one of the prettier churches around. A fruit seller is cutting up papaya. The prep seems pretty clean so I take a gamble, buying a small bag, hoping that Montezuma will not seek revenge.
I meet up with Alison, who is as pleasant at 7 a.m. as she is later in the day. Kayaking among the 365 Isletas in the early morning, watching herons and egrets flying by is such a pleasant way to start the day. I pass holiday homes of the rich, squatters' homes of the poor, a fortress, horses, and a beehive. After a pleasant couple of hours, we head back into town. At the end of breakfast at Garden Cafe, I said goodbye to Alison, and crawled into a hammock swinging nearby, promptly falling asleep for the next 1 1/2 hours. The closest I've come to encountering a sloth on this trip is acting like one! I was awakened rudely by a German tourist, who thought it was funny to prod me awake.
I snap out of my slothfulness in time. I visit the Chocolate Museum, which is more of an exhibit showing the process of chocolate making. Mi Museo is two doors away, filled with local pottery from archaelogical digs. I wander off looking for the legendary quesillos in town and check out the local market wares. I meet Babette and her daughter, Alanna, from Alberta at dinner and invited them to join me at the free concert at Casa de los Tres Mundos (This is a cultural centre whose portal dates from the 1500s). At times, this concert was more like karaoke, even including a young woman serving soft drinks. Nonetheless, it is always fun to catch a bit of local culture. We do as the locals do and walk out halfway through the concert. There is an upper limit to a healthy daily dose of culture intake. As I always say...moderation is key.
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