Today at La Alhambra I was moved to tears. This has happened numerous times - first, while viewing Sorolla en el Museo del Prado, then while standing in El Catedral de Segovia, at other times I cannot currently recall, and now while walking the walls of La Alhambra.
I woke at 6.15 this morning and began my trek up the cardiovascular-challenging hill to La Alhambra, then I waited in line with a friendly Australian couple for over an hour before finally getting a day-of ticket (this is by far the most sought-after destination I have visited in Spain so obtaining a ticket was a Big Deal - the Nasrid Palaces sold out about 20 minutes before I got in but I regret nothing). The sleep-deprivation, sore legs, and panicking heart were worth it.