On our second morning in Granada, our group divided to see various sites, and I trekked back up a huge hill to the Alhambra with hopes to visit the gardens again.  In the end, I wasn’t able to go back into the garden, so I heeded the advice of a local and went to Carmen de los Martires.

Based on the Google description of this Spanish home, I wasn’t expecting much.  To my surprise, however, the estate was dreamy.  I hiked to the top of a hill where I could see all of Granada, and I also ventured down to the house with a pretty orchard and garden.

Exploring the gardens of Granada, my mind considered the promise of Heaven. Granada is almost indescribable; the pictures do not do it justice. Yet, I know that it is nothing compared to being in the presence of God in Heaven. Earth is hardly a glimpse of what awaits us.