Just back from a massive touristing weekend to Granada (to see the Alhambra and many other wonderful things) and Córdoba (to see the Mosque/Cathedral).  It was an amazing time — we will have much to say and many pix for these presently.  But first, a quick note:

One of the wonderful things about living in a city with awesome public transit is being able to walk out of your apartment at 4:35 PM for a 5:05 PM inter-city train and make it with 5 minutes to spare.

One of the suck things about being disorganized is waiting until 4:05 to start packing.

In our Bilbo Baggins-like haste to zip out of the apartment, we managed to take everything that was really important (train tix, passports, clean clothes, etc.)  But, of course, some things were missed (hostel cards, charger for the Kindle, etc.)  But the thing that we really missed, in the end, was towels.

Yes, we are not hoopy froods.

See, I sort-of remembered that most hostels don’t actually provide towels with the rooms.  But, I hadn’t really thought about it deeply and, in the flurry of packing, it dropped out of my head altogether.

Well, we made it through the weekend ok.  The hostels were really lovely (especially in Córdoba!) and a great deal, so I have no complaints.  We made do with some spare tee shirts that we had with us as towel-substitutes, which worked fine.  But a definite addition to the “never leave home without” for the next trip.

More news later!