The siege of the mighty Alhambra could last for months, all the more reason to fuel up at this hipster canteen.
The defenses don't look quite as formidable as anticipated. If a stroller can get through the trebuchet should be a pushover. Load the bucket with the dirty diapers and let's get this seige underway.
Keep walking by the time you finally reach the end of the hedge row the blog might be done.
Yeah I know it's not the monster truck poster you had in mind, but look at those intricate patterns just waiting to be scribbled on. UNESCO said it's ok as long as it's water soluble.
Looks like the kind of tranquility an almost two year old won't have any problem decimating.
Mommy, why doesn't our apartment have a courtyard like this? Uhm, can you imagine the common charges on that infinity pond?
Too bumpy Daddy, come on old man this is the United of piggy back rides.
This place is just dripping with Moorish influences.
See what did I tell you son, always rinse and spit after brushing. Doesn't matter if you've just eaten spaghetti or a wildebeest.
Mommy, are you as old as this house?
Hey Mommy it looks like they spared no expense on this palace, how come there's no playground?
Oh look a royal kitty cat. Only uses a hand-raked litter box filled with the finest Moorish loam.
Why doesn't our town have palm trees Mommy? Actually it does, that's why it's called Palmy!
No wonder the Moors set up camp here. Want a fresh orange? Just reach up and pick one.
So if you want to live in a palace I believe Princess Charlotte of Cambridge just turned two too.
These are the peasant cats. You can tell because they're fun to hang out with unlike that snooty palace cat.
Wow is this like the special pre-baby filter or something?
Jamon for breakfast? Don't mind if I do.
Remember Princess Charlotte is only a Snapchat away. I'm just sayin'.
So this is one of those fake castles isn't it? Like the predecessor of the SUV that never leaves the highway, the castle where no one remembers where the drawbridge remote is.
Hey at least you're fortified in case those Catalonians get really nasty. Fortified with wine too.
The base of the castle is a warren of ancient streets lined with hipster eateries. Forget the boiling oil and crossbows, that's enough to keep the Millennial armies from ever making it to the castle door. Unless of course it's single-origin hand-pressed boiling oil.
Speaking of hipster eateries...
Nope even conquoring a castle doesn't sap his energy.
To the victor goes the ice cream...
...And to his Dad the Coca-Cola!
It's tapas time!
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