Alhambra

“This is where you will probably spend most of your time” said Inma, showing us round our Airbnb. We had wound our way up to the top floor of the Arab-style house and Inma pulled open the French window leading to the balcony. In front of us, floodlit and deep orange , the Alhambra stretched on its rocky outcrop against the evening sky. High behind the collection of moorish palaces lay the white snow caps of the Sierra Nevada, and to the West the sunset was made up of the most vivid Spanish colours – yellows and reds and all the shades in between.

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Spanish lessons

Belfast 1972. In our first Spanish lesson Mr McCauley, taught us pronunciation. There was a subtle difference between the letters b and v that had something to do with blowing air between your top and bottom lips. A single ‘r’ needed two flicks of the tongue, whereas to roll double ‘rr’s like a real Spaniard required five flicks.

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