It was a late afternoon in March. Saori, a japanese girl that I just met and I were sitting on a wall on top of a hill. The highest view-point of Granada.
We didn’t talk a lot. We were just sitting there eating oranges, enjoying the view. Students were playing drums at the other end of the wall. The sun caressed our faces, keeping us warm from the chilly wind that was playing with our hair.
We had walked up the hill for maybe an hour, finding our way through little streets that were so narrow, that when a car passed by, we had to press ourselves against the houses.
Some of those houses had neat balconies, decorated with colourful pots of flowers. Such a delight to the eyes!
And I decided that one day, when I own a house, I would have a pretty balcony like those Spanish ones.