Andalusia -- A Song for Heart and Soul （Granada Part 2） The Umayyad conquest of Hispania brought large parts of the Iberian Peninsula under Moorish control and established al-Andalus. Granada's historical name in the Arabic language was غرناطة (Gárnata ) possibly means "hill of strangers". As the capital city of the province of Granada in the autonomous community of Andalusia, this city is located at the foot of the Sierra Nevada mountains, sits at the confluence of four rivers, the Darro, the Genil, the Monachil, and the Beiro. People praise Granada for its breathtaking scenery, and flood here to pay tribute to the glorious Alhambra, and I was also one of them. After disembarking from the plane, I lost myself in the embrace of mountain ranges. Possibly there is a bond between me and mountains, because each time when I see mountains, I feel a stream of comfort and joy. Mountains and brown territory—this was my first impression of Granada. Carrying my luggage, I was searching for ALSA Bus, and a security pointed to the direction and I found the bus. Observing, and observing, I was like a curious child who tried to memorize everything along the way. After reaching the city center, I walked to the hotel with the guidance of Google Map. The skin tone of the locals in Granada definitely caught my attention. The scorching sun veiled their skin in bronze, while the heat and drought kindled their passion and vigor. I guessed 42℃ was the average daytime temperature here, so no wonder fruits and ice-creams were everywhere. The melodies of Flamenco echoed in the alleys, and who would deny that Flamenco is the heart and soul of Andalucía? After settling down in the hotel, I went outside again in search of tourist spots despite the fatigue of the journey. I had already listed the location of all the spots based on their proximity to my hotel, so each time I visited one, I ticked it off. Because of my inquisitive nature in historical sites, I gained much information along the way, and some people were very happy to share with me what they felt about history. Although Wikipedia is worshipped as an omniscient resource, the most valuable treasure in one place is always the people, especially the elderly. Chatting with the elderly is like reading an encyclopedia, they would unfold all the culture and bygone memory to you, just like rivers run into the ocean. (to be continued)