25,000 Alhambra tours and counting
The lesson about family that I learned from our (VERY experienced) guide in Granada.
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He called us family.
It was a strange little turn of phrase from our tour guide at the Alhambra as he gathered more than 20 of us for a scheduled visit to one of the most historic sites in Europe.
At first, I thought it was simply some cute way to corral the dawdling tourists. And I thought that he was just some tour guide.
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