Posada Vagamundos Tarifa

... was on exhibit in this aquarium, but was accidentally released down the very rock wall that I was staring at. The algae made its way into the Mediterranean Sea and has now infested it and choked out many native species. I felt that Cousteau must have been horrified by this accident, after everything he had done to pioneer marine conservation and education...this invasion was now part of his legacy. I paid my 13 Euro and when inside this grand building. It was my most favorite ...

... muffins from an actual cloistered nun. Well we thought that we did, as we never did see her through the wierd lazy Susan contraption that was used to exchange money for sweets. 1.5 euros for a dozen tasty muffins. Nick slyly commented that the nun may have been cooped up long enough to have lost track of inflation. How was she supposed to know the going rate for muffins anyway? he said. You know being ...

... hostel, Hostel Talik. We met some people in the lobby who have turned out to be our next door neighbors. They are Czechoslovakians from Ireland, which prompted another insightful, "wow" from yours truly. We had our dinner sans alcoholic beverages. We are in bed early tonight for tomorrow we are going where it all began - Africa. The ferry leaves early and we need some sleep. So screw you aliens, I'm gonna remember tonight. 3/17/09

22 September 2008 Paloma Camping, at the pool warm and cloudy Dave decided he wanted a day by the sea, so we are still in Tarifa. In case you are not familiar with the area, if you look at a map of Spain, Tarifa is to the west of the pointy bit right at the very bottom of the map. This is where the Atlantic meets the Med, Tarifa being on the Atlantic side. Because of this, it has terrific winds, so Tarifa is well known for all kinds of surfing, particularly kite ...

... making them shake will go the opposite direction and uplift my spirit. Finally, I also realise how important, necessary I would say, it is to feel this way, as it preannounces a steep learning curve, something I'm looking forward to explore. So, enough with my kiddy panic attacks, next time you'll hear from me it will about Moroccan tales of wonders, unique encounters, and beautiful starry skies. stay Tuned!

... It was a very welcome change from all the aussies! And nearly all of them spoke english so it wasnt hard for me to talk to them, i even had one girl writing down some of the things i said so she could learn more! And it was kind of interesting listening to them talking in spanish as i could pick up a bit of what they were saying. I am by no means fluent but im definately starting to understand and even say things back! I am definately learning spanish when i get home.

... but Abdul makes sure we understand how accepting of Western culture they are. People in Berber attire, Muslim robes/caps, and women in full burkhas complete the busy scene Luckily Friday is their Sabbath and we didn't find it crowded. Many of the merchant stalls were closed in the Kasbah, but as day progresses, more shops open. The cafes along the French section, the Italian section, and the old town ...

... waved to the side of the road by traffic officers conducting periodic checks of cars and passengers. Each time, the officers would very quickly ascertain that we were Americans and then there would be a brief moment of awkward silence as he stared at us, trying to draw some conclusions, and we looked back at him with our charming, apolitical perma-grins. The single exception to this pattern was when one officer looked at our ...

... replete. Almost all streets are canted so that rain water will run down them and not just rest on flat ground. Also, instead of crowning their streets like we do so in America so that water runs to the sides, they do the opposite and build concaved streets with a little stone gutter running down the middle so that the water will accumulate in the middle of the street instead of going to the sides. I presume that they do it like this because all the shops are ...

... few men played their instruments very badly! Then we went to a carpet shop (No doubt the guides uncles) i HATE carpet shops!! These men are professionals at hard sell and i HATE that environment. We eventually were allowed out and thankfully had bought nothing...much to the disgust of the sales men. Next we were taken to a herb shop...this was one of the funniest experiences in Tangers. They had herbs to cure everything! The salesman (very good looking i may add ...