To Spain!

The mornings in Morocco are the choicest part of the day; quiet, cool, and the sun casts shadows everywhere as if teasing in another hot day. Not knowing what time the buses left for the north coast we headed to the station early in hopes of catching a ride to Tetouon, a town nestled in the Rif mountains above the coast. Tetouon was a beautiful town that doesn't see many tourists, every scammer around seemed to lift an ear as we came into the city and made their best efforts to work their magic on us. We had one incredulous fellow try to corner us in the stairwell of our hotel, insisting that he could offer us better accommodations for a lower price. We told him to hit the road, so naturally he followed us up to reception where he kept trying to talk to us, trying to see our passports, we told him to go away again and again but he would not relent until we went into our room. We figure he had told reception that he had brought us here and that he deserved a commission, we may never know. We spent one more day walking through the Moroccan markets while drinking glass after glass of fresh squeezed orange juice.
The next morning we were gone again, headed to Ceutas, a Spanish enclave on the tip of Africa, where we caught a ferry to Algeciras, Spain. You can actually see across the straight of Gibraltar to Europe. It only takes about 30 minutes to cross by ferry. From Algeciras we took a bus through the beautiful Spanish countryside to Malaga, Spain. We spent a day wandering the streets of Malaga, savoring the sweet ocean air and enjoying not being hassled by scammers. We then set off for Barcelona on an overnight train.


The streets of Malaga


Cool old Moorish fortress



Lunch in Malaga


A cool covered promenade in Malaga


Overnight train, Looks like first class but does not feel like it with crazy people sitting next to you all night long.