So, we’re supposed to pick up the rental car around 11am. I figure after a leisurely breakfast we’d call a cab to get to the border, walk across and grab a Spanish cab on the other side. No problem, right? Nope. The receptionist called, supposedly, twice to get a cab and each time they supposedly picked us up. The other guests at the hotel had no qualms about taking cabs meant for other people. Granted, we didn’t have a plane to catch, THANK GOD, but we still had ground to cover that day and didn’t want to spend it waiting in the lobby. Chris had to go all ugly American on them but we got a cab eventually. Walking over the boarder was a breeze and the cabs on the other side were plentiful. I gave Ryan the address to the rental place and put him in the front seat. Hey, he’s the one who speaks Spanish not us. This is why we brought him. They had a conversation in the front seat all about how he got to speak so well. Thank you Ilcen, Ryan’s Spanish teacher for the last 6 years. When we get to the rental place, it’s the same all over again. Ryan translating the questions and relaying the answers, then the same, why do you speak Spanish so well? You’d have thought no one ever talked to them in their native language. But, this was a little out of the way place so maybe they don’t get too many Americans renting from them. Anyways, we get the car and off we head to The Caves of Nerja, that the locals had mentioned. We get there just in time before they close for lunch for 2 hours. (This is such a common thing in Spain you learn to just go with the flow. Sightsee until 2pm, eat lunch slowly and things reopen at 4pm. And, keep in mind while reading about Spain, most places don’t open for until 8pm at the earliest. When you wake up with the sun, this makes for a very long day.) Down into the mountain we go and there are these beautiful caverns all lit up with different colored lights. Kind of a miniature Carlsbad Caverns, except it contains the World’s Largest Stalactite. Guinness certified! After walking around underground for 30 minutes and doing down 400 steps, we head back up 400 steps to grab some lunch. We have always had very good luck picking places to eat, especially places like this or gift shops in museums. This was another good guess. Ryan and I split a seafood paella and still couldn’t finish it all. It was fantastic. And now that we’re in Spain, we had to have Sangria. Had to. Another few hours and we arrived in Granada. Since out hotel was right next to the Alhambra, it wasn’t had to find at all. We have Ryan check us in (are you noticing a theme here?) and decide to just have Tapas and drinks on their awesome patio that overlooks the city for a quiet night in. Of course, more Sangria.