Good Neighbors
Organ Morning


  DSC01817I flew from Barcelona to Granada tonight, in time to catch a remarkable sunset from the cliffs over the city. After driving the ancient narrow streets for over an hour looking for my hotel, I land at this hole-in-the-wall bar where a guitarist and singer play flamenco while the entire bar claps and stomps their feet. This is otherworldly music, sung in an ecstatic trance that rises to a fever pitch. Too bad only a handful of the traveling-student types here are paying attention: they don't know what they're missing.