Complejo Turistico Castillo Castellar
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Santiago arrived the village and met the merchants daughter. They talked for hours before Santiago kept on traveling. He thought about her a lot, will she even remember him?
He reached a city called Tarifa. There he met a gypsy
who interpreted dreams. She interpreted the dream about the treasure and they made a deal. He had to give her one tenth of the treasure he had been dreaming of, and she would tell him
where it was. She said it was ...
... see since it was late and raining, but we could see the outline of Gibraltar through the fog, which I'm counting as seeing it! That night, the guys went to the casino in Ceuta to play poker, but I wasn't up for losing money so I stayed in and watched a movie. After spending two months without TV shows or movies, it was really nice! On Saturday morning we woke up to a beautiful, sunny day, which was a bummer since we were driving home that day. But we had a nice breakfast (coffee and ...
... the way to the campsite. As we don’t have Sat Nav in Morrocco (our maps stopped at Europe) we followed him to our campsite. We had heard from friends that in exchange for a few Dirham (the currency here) people will show you anywhere but we hadn’t expected to be approached while still driving in our van. Although lucky he found us as once we were at the campsite I think we would have had some difficulty finding it as nothing in signposted. Even ...
... yelled at us to get moving. We walked along Winston Churchill avenue and to the walkstreet through town. Everywhere you looked, it was just like being in London, outdoor pubs serving Fish and Chips, people speaking English, and the famous “Marks & Spencer” department store. It was pretty cool, almost like being in a whole different country (well technically we were, as Gibraltar belongs to England). We found ...
... Not only was it on the beach, it was a really old neighbourhood jam packed with dinky apartments and locals just doing their own thing. We instantly knew we had to change hotels and move down here. The problem was we couldn’t find an available hotel. Joseph came to the rescue with easystayapartments.com (or something like that) and booked us a studio right in the heart of Barceloneta for the following day.
We headed ...