Chicken Tacos, Cerveza Cerverzas and H&M. The Joys of Spain!

Spain, Spain. What a wonderful place. In an effort to escape the unbelievably hot August Moroccan sun and the stressors of Ramadan, Dave's parents graciously granted us use of their time share just 15 miles away from Marbella in the south of Spain.

We started out our trip flying from Marrakech to Madrid. Unfortunately the Moroccan authorities were not nearly as excited about my trip as I was and were giving me too much hassle at the airport. With about 30 seconds to spare I broke down crying, started yelling at the guy in English and he finally stamped my passport. I barely made the flight. The doors were closing and I had to yell down from the ground to prevent that from happening before I was on board.

We spend two nights in Madrid and took a day trip to Toledo. Toledo was a beautiful city and we had a blast just walking around and looking at the amazing architecture.

From Madrid we went to Cordoba and spent another two nights there.

Another bus ride from Cordoba, we ended up in Malaga to meet Socorra and Colin after their ferry ride from Morocco.

The last week we spent lounging by the pool, using the free WiFi, playing put-put, going to the grocery store and sitting at a Pirate Bar by the beach. It was the exact recipe for relaxation. Beer, food, sunshine, water.

Needless to say I came back to Morocco refreshed and rejuvenated. I feel ready to take on the last eight months and then start the next phase of my life, wherever that may be.

Here is a photographic journey through our trip:

The most delicious apple pie.

We did a lot of this, sitting around a patio drinking beer/ Sangria and playing cards.

 Mercado de San Miguel in downtown Madrid.

Felicie, Alex, Sami and I at the "Museum of Ham" in Madrid, where everything is a Euro.

A beautiful cathedral in Toledo.

Happiness, in the form of Sangria at Mercado de San Miguel.

Another beautiful church in Cordoba.

Playing a game of put-put at our resort outside Marbella.

This is mostly what we did, sit by the beach and drink San Miguels.

Viva Mijas! Mijas held a great concert we went to on the beach our last night in Spain.

Our ferry! There are numerous 18-wheelers and large trucks. Before the gate was even down the trucks were honking their horns just like in Morocco. I gave them the "really" hand gesture and the Moroccan men around us just burst out laughing.

Yes, the train in Morocco was blowing our mind (or wrinkling our brains). They refurbished some of the cars since the last time we took the train. Wow, they were so nice.