Grenada

Arriving in Grenada was quite the adventure, more like nightmare.  We were supposed to meet our host at a cafe, little did we know it was in the middle of the dense walking area with super narrow cobblestone one way streets packed with people and no parking anywhere near.  We found the cafe we were supposed to meet her at after driving down cobblestone paths (I wouldn't really call it a road) that were so narrow we had to pull in the mirrors of our tiny gulf car, but there was absolutely no parking.  When we tried to  a circle back we got routed way around on a 20 minutes route, turns out the best road to get there was only open to taxis.  We finally parked a kilometer or more away and tried calling, her phone was dying and she sounded upset that we were so late.  In broken Spanish I told her we were very close and she told us to meet her in this plaza.  We finally found her (well actually her son found us) and she walked us to the apartment which was up some stairs and winding alley ways.  She was nice and I communicated with my rusty Spanish the best I could.  Wolfe was starving by now.  It was a relief to get in the apartment which was narrow and tall with five levels, two bedrooms in separate levels, a dining room on a level, a kitchen on a level, and outdoor terrace on a level.  The near parking was taken and the parking we were in was only good overnight and then became 2 hr, so we trekked back to the car.  Everyone was tired and cranky at this point (it was now going on 9 and we didn't have any dinner), some street food- ice cream and meat pies raised the mood considerably.  We found the car, moved it to a proper garage, packed up all of our stuff and trekked back to the apartment stopping at a grocery on the way for some cervasas to enjoy on the terrace.  We have a great view of the Alhambra from the terrace, and after a nightcap everyone crashed, anther late night after midnight.  Lesson learned route to parking place in crazy cities like Grenada.