Espana~
I'm in Granada, Spain at the moment (or should I say memento). We (read: Yanie, Arnee and myself) arrived here in the morning after spending the night in the bus for a tiring 8 and a half hours journey from Valencia. And I thought I never survived the journey.
The night before we went to eat Doner Kebab near El Corte Ingles just around the corner from Estasion D'autobuses (read: bus station) and a group of guys with the most Malay looks came in. We "spoke" about them in our mother-tongue, just on general issues. An hour later while waiting for the bus at the bus station they came and approached us with "Are you from Malaysia?". So meet my friends, Min Jat from Sabah, Ahmed from Uzbekistan, and 2 anonymous from Philipines and Cameroon. The former 3 were the ones who looks like Malay, and you'd imagine the latter has a totally different look based on the country of origin. They're doing Masters in Water and Coast Management in Andalusia under European Union. Interesting.
Valencia was nice, quite a small city though. We toured around the city and went to the same places of interests more than twice in general, on foot. Other than paellas (read: Spanish rice dish of fish or chicken with vegetables and saffron) and Valencia naranja (read: orange), I couldn't find anything else that amused me, oh well I must mention other than the Hispanic's unconditional love on jamon (read: ham) although their shops smelled like ____ you'll puke. The message is if you want a fast tour of Spain, skip Valencia.
In truth we're already in this (self-proclaimed) exotic land of Espana for a good 6 days now. We flew to Barcelona on Sunday morning and spent the earlier 3 days there. I mentioned this to the very end intentionally, coz it felt like 'luka lama berdarah kembali'. Man..
Whatever happened, there must be some good reasons behind them. A lot of 'What Ifs' been shooting out of my mind lately, but I know that Allah's plan works best so I just play my part and pray and keep on praying. Honestly, it was actually a good halt for me, coz the previous couple of month's been treating me really great, I must've crossed the border at certain points. So when thing happens people stop and reflect, and I did. My friends been asking about "Betuke Shu hilang EUR500?" and I might as well answer that here, thanks for your concerns but I did not actually. Though I did lost a good sum of money for leisures and my nephew's photo in my purse but it was an indestructible damage and alhamdulillah I'm still thriving. It was just the aftermaths that cost me a change of perceptions on Spaniards and the tour itself. Numbed.
And the sun started to come out again today. Granada is a pure bliss to the eyes. My heart sank as I went back in times to witness the fall of the golden age of Islamic rules in Spain and whats-left in the surviving monuments of Alhambra..
The night before we went to eat Doner Kebab near El Corte Ingles just around the corner from Estasion D'autobuses (read: bus station) and a group of guys with the most Malay looks came in. We "spoke" about them in our mother-tongue, just on general issues. An hour later while waiting for the bus at the bus station they came and approached us with "Are you from Malaysia?". So meet my friends, Min Jat from Sabah, Ahmed from Uzbekistan, and 2 anonymous from Philipines and Cameroon. The former 3 were the ones who looks like Malay, and you'd imagine the latter has a totally different look based on the country of origin. They're doing Masters in Water and Coast Management in Andalusia under European Union. Interesting.
Valencia was nice, quite a small city though. We toured around the city and went to the same places of interests more than twice in general, on foot. Other than paellas (read: Spanish rice dish of fish or chicken with vegetables and saffron) and Valencia naranja (read: orange), I couldn't find anything else that amused me, oh well I must mention other than the Hispanic's unconditional love on jamon (read: ham) although their shops smelled like ____ you'll puke. The message is if you want a fast tour of Spain, skip Valencia.
In truth we're already in this (self-proclaimed) exotic land of Espana for a good 6 days now. We flew to Barcelona on Sunday morning and spent the earlier 3 days there. I mentioned this to the very end intentionally, coz it felt like 'luka lama berdarah kembali'. Man..
Whatever happened, there must be some good reasons behind them. A lot of 'What Ifs' been shooting out of my mind lately, but I know that Allah's plan works best so I just play my part and pray and keep on praying. Honestly, it was actually a good halt for me, coz the previous couple of month's been treating me really great, I must've crossed the border at certain points. So when thing happens people stop and reflect, and I did. My friends been asking about "Betuke Shu hilang EUR500?" and I might as well answer that here, thanks for your concerns but I did not actually. Though I did lost a good sum of money for leisures and my nephew's photo in my purse but it was an indestructible damage and alhamdulillah I'm still thriving. It was just the aftermaths that cost me a change of perceptions on Spaniards and the tour itself. Numbed.
And the sun started to come out again today. Granada is a pure bliss to the eyes. My heart sank as I went back in times to witness the fall of the golden age of Islamic rules in Spain and whats-left in the surviving monuments of Alhambra..
