I returned to Albacete from Granada on an outrageously beautiful day, which was bittersweet because we'd just spent our three days in Granada trying not to drown or get blown away by the wind and the rain. The Sierra Nevada which rises up just outside of Granada had vanished into the mist. But then on the first leg of my bus trip home, to Murcia, I got to get a load of it, and the tumultuous Spring clouds too.
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