Part Three: Granada My new hiking boots. A cemetary on the edge of a high way. The first treasure of the day: a bright pink rose outside of the apartment. Aunt Cheryl and a little old woman we encountered on our walk to a nearby village. Dusk over the pueblo we are staying in. A golden tree in the morning sun. A town in a valley. The sun sets over a small town. The edge of the Alhambra. Aunt Cheryl is amazing – she made it all across the city of Granada on crutches Related