Travels in Constants: An Interlude

My most memorable moment of planning our trip was figuring out how we were going to get ourselves from Porto to Granada as quick and cheap as possible. Someone had written that “only a devout masochist” would bus between those two cities. I had heard horror stories of busses in Turkey involving no air conditioning, food poisoning, and a missing passport. Two of those things are deal breakers for me so a crack of dawn flight to Madrid, a half day layover and a four hour train ride to Granada... read more...