Day 5: Woke up and packed in the bus. I know I didn't know where we were going. So I asked. "La Alhambra" No idea what that is. What it is is really really cool. I could seriously have spent all day there just walking around. And our tour guides rocked. Then we shopped and got in the bus to head to Cordoba. To see a mosque-turned-church. It was hot, sticky, and boring. And the tour-quide sucked. Everything was "the mostest". "The mostest beautiful", "The mostest important," etc. And after the torture of making us trek around a mosque/church, she dragged us through narrow streets. Because one cannot see enough narrow streets in one's lifetime. We used the experience to scope out the shopping, which we then went to with much gusto. We finally piled back into the bus, hot stick and exhausted, a little while later. We were all so excited because this hotel was supposed to be so awesome with a pool and everything. We couldn't wait. And the only thing that was like it was supposed to be was the pool. I bunked with Kristin Billy and we thought we would die because we couldn't get the door open or closed and the whole room was just a general technological mess. We left a note that night which read: "If we are murdered and robbed in our sleep, tell our parents to sue the hotel and the lock-maker because we couldn't get the door to lock properly. Love and kisses, Angela and Kristin"