Cities of Fruit

Some of the most rousing dinner-table (technically lunch-table, but that just doesn´t sound right) conversations we´ve had in my house have revolved around fruit.
I´m not really sure how this happens. But one way or another, we were sitting there, me, Luke, and the Señora, descibing our favorite fruits to each other. The Señora explained that soon it would be melacotón season, and we would get to have those delicious, round fruits which as it turns out are known in English as peaches.
Luke tried asking about passion fruit, which he´d grown familiar with from his summer internship in Peru, but we could not find a Spanish word, so he was stuck describing something fleshy with lots of little tiny seeds that are OK to eat.
The Señora was dubious about this, feeling that no fruits have seed that you eat. Luke and I tried to show her the tiny seeds in a banana that Luke was eatting.
Since the topic had shifted to weird things fruits can do, I tried descibing the weirdest fruit I´ve ever seen -- the pomegranite. Explaining one in English is hard enough. They have a hard outershell, that sort of also goes all the way through them. And then a bunch of seeds, all of which are enveloped in their own little fleshy red seed pods, which you eat and spit out the seeds. You break it open and it seriously looks like a berry-flavored alien laid eggs in there.
Needless to say, I failed to communicate the essence of this fruit in my second language (which is still in heavy development). But my Señora did look very intrigued.
I ran to my backpack and dug out my trust dictionary to look up the English word for this most-bizarre of fruits and found the Spanish translation for Pomegranite:
Granada.
Really!
Just like in California, where the city I go to school is called Orange, I now live in a town named for a fruit. The next time I was out in the street I started to notice the obvious signs: all the posts along the sidewalk, all the manhole covers, they are all decorated metal representations of pomegranties. Granadas all over Granada.
My life is one big fruit salad.