Hostal Alameda Tarifa

QM2 LOCATION: Mediterranean Sea, coast of Spain, heading toward the Straits of Gibraltar<br><br><br>It's a "sea day" today, which means no ports, no early wake-up, and no structure. I LOVE no structure. This is our first of three sea days, as we slowly make our way back to Southampton. Sea days inevitably mean a lot more passengers are out in the public areas instead of onshore. Sea days mean that the teakwood loungers on my beloved Deck 7, the Promenade Deck, are all occupied by ...

... it is the famous strong vientos of Tarifa - which has saved it from this massacre, but also gives it its deserved fame. The skies are peppered by a mass of brightly coloured sails, the brand mark of the kite surfers . <br><br>We pitch up and start to assemble the tents. As i am puzzling over where to put my poles..a swarthy unshaven Italian - Vitorio - comes over and ask me for a lift to the supermarket...i protest feebly that i have only just got here. But this is couch ...

... would have ended frozen and insane like Jack Nicholson in "The Shining." I had Magda and since I was, me-Tim, me, I am the one who can-hiccup- I'm the one who can read it, not you, not you, get away, I'll get us there, don't worr-hiccup, stop, wait, right, no, god this GPshhh is dumph. Carrie? Where did'chu go? Caarrrieh. carrie? After a few miles of this, instead of walking towards somewhere, we went only deeper into hell ...

... over a hundred years ago and that was about it. Although walking through the narrow side streets I heard a woman screaming. A horrific kind of screaming that I'd never heard before. I thought someone was being raped and tried to find what drection it was coming from, but then people started leaning out of windows to see what was going on. I asked my ad hoc tour guide what everyone was saying, and it turns out a woman had just found her husband dead ...

... more Spanish pirates who were up to mischief and asked us to take their picture.We drank coffee in a cafe and posted some postcards to the kids then enjoyed wandering around the towns little alleyways and moorish ruins before buying tickets on the fast Tarifa to Tangier ferry. The best part of Tarifa was the rapunzel-let-down-your-golden-hair looking castle on the beach and, as the Portugese living statue had correctly informed us, we could see the coast ...

... best behavior and you can´t just totally relax cause in a way you´re always being judged. And I have been exhausted since i got here. I think its just tiring have to think so hard all the time and never completely relaxing, also mixed with the heat and my lack of exercise. So yeah, i just brokedown. But really I know it will all be fine and I just need to let myself feel these emotions and just get over it. And I really do like Spain and ...

... urinal is just a big trough on a wall and the faucets are the same thing and they look very similar. I found this out when I went in to take a leak and thought I was using the urinal when a Spanish guy with a very disturbed look on his face came up next to me and turned on the spout that was coming out of the wall next to me while I was still going. I dont think he appreciated the fact that I was going where he was trying to wash is hands...

... American, and trying to understand what he's saying without being able to see his mouth and expressions. I got pretty frustrated but eventually figured it out. We hung out in his apartment for a short while and then went to meet the girls. Jessica is a sweetheart, but the only other girl in the group I knew was also in my class, and she was just the most surly girl I think I've ever seen. Arms crossed, pout pasted on her face, whiny voice engaged constantly in *****ing and ...

... trip to Sevilla in a nutshell! If anyone wants to visit a very fun order of nuns just look for San Leandro convent. Only Swahili and Spanish speakers, of course! They make and sell Yemas, a crystallized soft boiled egg that are popular in Spain. You have to be a fan of eggs to enjoy them. Just say "Kilo yemas" at the lazy susan and spin some money around. To see the rest of the Sevilla photos, click here!

... and on clotheslines, there were no Spanish flags to be seen; the shell-like sidewalks of Portugal were replaced by molded concrete; but the hardest things to miss were the enormous fields of orange trees next to groves of olive trees that ran to the horizon next to rows of sunflowers stretching a few kilometers down the road. We arrived in Sevilla and wandered our way into Barrio Santa Cruz, a trendy and lively neighborhood filled with narrow streets and tapas bars that was ...