Two flights, three subway rides, a bus, a taxi, and 24 hours later, I’m here in Granada. I was about to collapse from lack of food, so I put my things down, told my loved ones I had made it, and headed right out to find food. Apparently this city really never goes to sleep (except for siesta, which is during the day, maybe there’s a connection to the suffering economy here…) so I knew there would be lots of places open. It didn’t take me long to see Cafe Futbol, a place I had heard about many times from the Valpo group that came last year. It was hot chocolate (chocolate hecho) and Churros time. Definitely hit the spot. Chocolate hecho is so thick, it’s almost like pudding. It might have been a bit of a sugar overdose on my already tired system, so now I’m off to sleep before I start writing gibberish.