Vino Tinto
Vino tinto on a Tuesday night
Granada beckons
                holds me tight
Alhambra embrace
                foreign lace
Muslim markets, tasty tapas
               pero, que is “grapas”
Me encanta Spain
                I drink it all in
I feel warm here
                I’ll be back again
Footballers handsome,
               olives strong
Night owls walk the streets, 
              and feel I belong
Contentment…ahh…it fills up my soul
                it’s past midnight, time for a stroll
Walk it off, ’cause I feel the drink
                lovin’ it here: things to see, time to think
Written in Sept ’09 while I traveled solo through Spain, as I sat barside, sipping on a glass of red wine on my second night alone in the city of Granada