I bought Nun Cookies!

Kristie, I was going to write this in that letter I so desperately owe you, but I want to share this here. But imagine it's handwritten in a letter... :/

Today I woke up and took the free walking tour of Granada. On the tour, among many other cool buildings and facts, our guide mentioned that there's a nunnery in town that sells cookies. They're cloistered, they can't see people, but they're supposed to make AMAZING cookies.

You better believe I bee-lined it there as soon as the tour ended. Mostly because I love cookies and because you can't say no to nuns selling cookies, but also because I was intrigued how they conquered the issue of being cloistered and doing business.

The nuns are, as stated, cloistered. So you walk into this room where there's nothing but a little window with a lazy-susan style turnstyle that takes up the entirety of the window and, next to the window, a PA system. Nicely outlined in Spanish and English are instructions - push the button, wait for response, say what you want, get cookies, pay, go away.

Which is exactly what happened. I pushed the PA button and the turnstyle shifted just enough to hear a voice - "Si?" I said what I wanted, the voice went away and was replaced by cookies! I placed my money on the turnstyle, which seemed to know when I had because it immediately turned.

And I plopped myself down right outside and dug into my delicious nun-cookies.