Granada's Oranges Broke My Winter Brain
I landed in Granada expecting January gray. Cold stones, bare branches, the usual European winter.
Instead: oranges. Everywhere. Heavy, bright globes hanging like Christmas ornaments someone forgot to take down. The trees lined every street leading to the Alhambra, their branches groaning with fruit nobody seemed to pick.
I kept stopping to stare. In my Canadian brain, oranges meant grocery stores and Florida vacation ads. Not casual Tuesday sidewalks in Andalusia.
The locals walked past like it was nothing. Because to them, it was nothing. Winter citrus is just January in southern Spain.
But I stood there, jet-lagged and grinning, realizing how many assumptions I carry about seasons, about places, about what's possible where. Sometimes the best travel moments aren't in guidebooks—they're hanging right overhead. 🍊
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