On the last week of January, my flatmate Giulia and I, went to Granada, to visit some friends of her, two super nice guys (a Ukranian boy and a Moldavan girl) she had known during her on-arrival training. We found cheap flights, also thanks to our Balearic Island resident discounts. We enjoyed their hospitality and we loved the city. Living on the island I forgot about the city life: young glam university students everywhere, bars full at anytime, the night life, the traffic, orange and lemon tree-lined avenues, homeless people in the corners, international tourists, infinite variety of shops... Although we already understand quite well the Spanish language, we were having a hard time understanding the Andalusian accent. It has distinctly different sound and tone from the Catalan one. We ate a lot (tapas, jamon serrano, bacalao), went shopping, went dancing, visited the amazing Alhambra, we walked and got lost in the arabic and gipsy neighbourhood (Albayzin and Sacromonte...