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Best Towns to Visit in Granada Province (Not Including the Alpujarras)

Granada province stretches from the coast - Costa Tropical  to the north and borders with Spain's largest Natural Park (which is in the neighbouring province of Jaen) Parque Natural de Cazorla, Segura y Las Villas. Cazorla Town and National Park Within its boundaries lie the ski slopes of Sierra Nevada and the highest peak on mainland Spain, Mulhacen. Its diverse, beautiful, wild and yet a garden of paradise where tropical fruits grow. I'm going to share with you a couple of my favourite 'best towns to visit' in Granada Province, which don't include the villages of the Alpujarras - that's another day, another post and another holiday, so huge is Granada! Picturesque Castril Almost as far north as you can get while staying in Granada province is the fabulous town of Castril.  A mountain town with an abundance of water creating a small, yet fast flowing river with tumbling waterfalls. Sometimes you're on a wooden walkway on the cliff face, at others you&#
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The River

It´s a while since I posted here. This is an old post I came across, a writing prompt I did a long time ago. I´ve been reading it again and again trying to understand that state of mind I was in when I wrote it. I cannot envision the turmoil. I so wish I had dated it. Just to know. Life moves on. I´m a tranquil stream right now.

Moorish, Wooden Waterwheel, Albendin


The River

Sometimes I rage, at others I'm calm and trickle, translucent or transparent, fine like ice. When I'm angry I destroy. Lives, land, nature, the wildlife I sustain. I erupt, spill and tear along not caring about the destruction or thinking about the aftermath. Unstoppable, churned up, dark. I carry along anyone and anything in my path then just dump it or them at will.

Eventually peace returns, a calmness that's inexplicable, unexplainable. An inner peace. A huge calm. Life returns to my shores, I quench the thirst of many. My thirst is slated too. I tumble and gurgle and burble along once again.

Until, the next storm. Each one a little less torrid, less violent. Am I controlling the storms, are they controlling me? How many, how much energy, emotion must be spent each and every time. I feel the rubble rolling, the drops gather into streams, the streams pour into me and if they are within me, part of  me they must come out. Explode. Break out of the restraints. Burst my banks and yet again run amuck, decimate. Harm.

I'm tired now. Drained. Ancient. I've wandered, meandered since the beginning. Never stayed on the path, always pushed the boundaries. Always. I find I like these moments of calm more and more. Is this what contentment is? A little down time. An inner peace. Can I stay like this, can this tranquil state remain. What needs to happen to attain, retain where I am right now.

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