Bronzans On The Loose!

  A few weeks ago, an American who has lived in Granada for several years arranged for a gathering at a local coffee shop for new and “old” expats to come together and meet one another.  They do this every year to welcome new families to the city.   One woman, who has been living here for eight years, told me that families come in like waves on the beach.  Every fall a wave of new expats comes crashing in.  A year later it pulls back and while a few stay, most return to the lives they left behind. At this coffee meeting, I met a man who likes to mountain bike in Granada.  He gave me some tips about the local trails.   I explained that I had run to the end of the Camino del Sacromonte, where the pavement stops and the road becomes gravel.   I have been intrigued by this path and asked him if he had ever gone further than I had.  I’d thought about venturing on alone, but I wasn’t sure if it was a public or private road. He enthusiasti...

When we took our trip to Europe in 2018, I would blog about running in Croatia because I was the only person in our family experiencing running in a foreign country.  Now, I’m fortunate because I have Olivia to be my running buddy.   Since we arrived in Granada, we’ve explored many of the area’s amazing trails.  We know there are so many more trails to discover and run.  Running has allowed us to explore and navigate the city without GPS and create a map within our minds.  Occasionally I get turned around and I have to pull out the phone, but more often than not, we just “figure it out”.  Before Olivia went back to school, we had a lot of time to kill, so if a run that was supposed to take 1 hour, took 2 because we were lost, it wasn’t that big of a deal.   The hardest, but also the greatest, part about running in Granada are the hills.  We live on a giant hill and we feel like we are either going up or going down the hill.  When on...