The Alhambra

I have travelled 3 days to get to the Alhambra. Would it be everything I hoped for or nothing at all? Almost didn´t come, just wanted to hurry up and walk. (see previous post about control freak) Well after walking 8 grueling miles I now sit down and write. I entered the grounds through a magnificent door and was home. All I could hear was the Islamic call to prayer. (yes it was in my bad catholic girl´s head) . I walked around the grounds and smelled roses where there were none. When I came to the Catholic church (as the Alhambra is both Islamic and Catholic like Granada) I had to sit down, tear come rolling down my cheeks. There was God in that church. The God we can only find when we stop to listen.... Saw the old San Francisco monastery was located.. Saw and felt it all.. Knew I had lived here before during both periods Islamic and Catholic. As in Ireland I picked up a piece of myself I had left for me to find. So was it worth the trip? You must come for yourself and see...