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#MicroblogMonday #11 – Las Vegas

Not sure what #MicroblogMondays is? Read the inaugural post which explains the idea and how you can participate too.


It’s been a couple of weeks since I wrote anything for #MicroblogMonday. Not for lack of wanting too, or lost interest, but purely because I’ve been busy prepping for vacation.

And as this post goes live, I’ll be on a plane. Perhaps by the time you read it, I’ll be in sunny Las Vegas.

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I always find that leading up to vacation, when I should be winding down, I’m usually the opposite. I’m running in a million different directions, trying to make sure everything is in it’s place before I go. I want order. Maybe it’s a touch of OCD?

But either way, as you read this, I’m waving to you from the sunny Las Vegas strip. Where we are indulging in some good drinks, some gambling, some R&R, and most importantly, wedding planning.

I’ll be posting throughout the week on Instagram, so make sure to follow there for live up to the minute updates.

And don’t worry – I have things scheduled to go live throughout the week. So it will be like I never left!

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Foto Friday #17

Ahh. It’s Friday again. One more week closer to spring, warmer weather and Vegas! Since I’m dreaming of warmth on this bitter day in New England, my photo for today’s Foto Friday is just what I feel like staring at today.

Let’s begin shall we…


 

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I’m sitting on my balcony, drinking my morning coffee and enjoying a good book. I’m awake before the rest sunny San Diego.

It’s quiet. There is no traffic. Just the sound of the rolling waves, crashing on the beach.

The cool morning breeze rushes through the palm trees, causing the palms to rustle and dance. The breeze is refreshing; clear and fresh.

The sun is just starting to peek over the horizon. The sky is a beautiful shade of cotton candy pink.

The seagulls began to wake and fly through the sky.

I stop reading.

It’s too hard to read on the is perfect morning. Instead, I kick back with my coffee (and camera) and enjoy my first morning waking on the west coast, making sure to memorize everything about it.

Question: What does this photo bring to mind?

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What’s On My Bucket List?

As I’ve gotten older, I’ve found myself wanting and hoping to accomplish more and more things in my life. And it seems like my newsfeeds are constantly filled up with people accomplishing their own items on their bucket lists. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I’ve never put these items to paper (or blog in this case) and thought it might very well be time to do just that. Especially since I want to make sure that in the next few years, these items get accomplished! Make sure to scroll down after since I asked several friends and fellow bloggers for their own Bucket List items too!


Run a 5K: This has been a goal for several years now. I’ve been sidelined with injuries a couple of times and other times my training has just stopped for lack of motivation. So instead of it being a 3 month goal, it’s a bucket list goal.

Learn to Paddleboard: This has/was a goal for the summer, but with summer quickly winding down, and my schedule getting busier, I’m not sure if this will actually happen this year. It will happen though!

Learn to Surf: This has been a goal of mine for as long as I can remember. And I plan on doing it before I’m 30. Two more years to go!

Surf in Hawaii, or someplace super tropical and known for their surfing: Obviously this would be after I learn to surf of course!

Travel to new places: Greece (Greek Isles specifically), Italy, Ireland, England, Fiji, Tahiti, Hawaii, and multiple islands in the Caribbean: I LOVE to travel and explore new places. It’s one of my favorite things to do. If only I didn’t hate flying so much, and if only I had way more money. If I could, I would constantly be exploring new places.

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Write a novel: I’ve written on the blog before about my goal to write a novel, and publish, before I’m 30. I’ve been working on one since I was 19 (nearly 10 years!) and finished my first draft last year. I’ve been since picking away at editing and hope, and plan, to self-publish it in the next couple of years. Maybe I’ll finish it up during National Novel Writing Month this year.

Have a post or photo go viral: In a world where everyone is linked into social media, and constantly sharing things, my goal is to have something I’ve created get an insane amount of views, and get coverage on Huffington Post, BuzzFeed, Distractify, the homepage of Yahoo!, etc. It would be such a huge feeling of accomplishment to see something I’ve worked so hard for succeed in that way!

See my Etsy shop succeed: This one is a bit tough because everyone’s definition of success is so different. But I would love to see consistent sales from it. I know it can take a while for this to happen, but it would be a dream come true to have my artwork and photography consistently selling.

Win the lottery (I’m pretty sure this is on everyone’s bucket list!): And I’m not saying a $400 million PowerBall jackpot. I would be thrilled with a $100,000 Megabucks win! I know it’s an insane longshot, but it’s still on the list!

See a Great White Shark in the wild: Okay, so this is a strange one because I’m actually scared to death of sharks; however, I find them so interesting. And incredible creatures. I don’t want to go cage-diving with them, but I would love to be on a boat and see one. That would be close enough for me.

Own my own horse: This has been my goal since I was a little girl. I’d be happy with a rescue that I can just play with it. But either way, horses cost money and right now, money does not allow for a horse. Hopefully someday!

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Those are just a few, okay 11, items on my bucket list! I asked many friends and fellow bloggers what there top item on their bucket list is and here are their answers!


Cara at The Marblehead Marathoner – “My number one bucket list item is to complete all 6 world Marathon Majors ( London, Tokyo, Berlin, Boston, Chicago, New York). I only have Tokyo left!”

Heather at Run Eat Play – “The #1 thing on my bucket list is to run a half marathon. I was training for a half marathon over a year ago and got injured and was unable to run. I did physical therapy, had MRIs and Xrays. I was finally able to run again so a year later I signed up for the Disney World Half Marathon. And then my pain and injury came back. I had to drop out of the race again! Three weeks ago I had arthroscopic hip surgery to shave my hip bone and repair laberal tears and I am still in bed recovering. But I’m not going to let all that stop me! Although it might seem like an easy goal to most people, running a half marathon is #1 on my bucket list and I will accomplish it one day!!”

Beth – “My number one item was to visit the Great Barrier Reef and see it from every aspect. Swim with sharks, snorkeling, diving and sailing. And I got to, while living on a boat for a few day with a bunch of awesome Australian folk. While every night sitting around with drinks, discussing all of the different cultures aboard the boat, with no cell phones or computers… just people.”

Robin – “Cage dive with Great White Sharks”

Lesley at Greater Fitness – “My bucket list goal is the Nike Women’s Half Marathon in D.C. It was the Princess Half in Disney but I crossed that off this year!”

Sierra at Mind Over Matter in This Crazy World – “Bungee Jump”

Kristen at Run Away with Kristen KMy #1 thing on my bucket list is to run a race in all 50 states. I love to travel and think it would be an amazing way to see the rest of the country! Each time I run in another state I get to spend a few days getting to know the area and it’s been such a fun experience. I started last year and I’m currently at 5 and will be adding #6 in September.

Courtney at The TriGirl Chronicles -“My number one bucket list item is to run an Ironman triathlon, 140.6 miles!

Shannon: “To be, work for and represent something bigger than myself.”

Michelle at Trials and Tribulations – “#1 on my bucket list is to achieve my goal weight of 135Ibs. I’ve been working on it for years and still not there! There are so many exciting things to do in life though, I really DO need to actually make a “proper” bucket list!!”

There you have it!

Now I want to know – what is the number one thing on your bucket list?

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The Other Parts of Spain… in photos!

I’ve covered Morocco in three parts, Seville and Vejer de la Frontera. Now it’s time for the odds and ends of photos, and adventures. From sunsets to campfires, to pets and sunset beach rides, this was definitely the trip of a life time.

Enjoy!

10525895_10100121646990705_2840732552280081000_nSunset from 40,000 feet – en route to Spain

10551001_10100125947926595_5652298611109064839_nThe endless fields of sunflowers – a huge farming crop for the southern Spain farmers.

10463072_10100125948121205_8256215448635651979_nThe view at our first lunch in Spain – Puerto Sherry

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10514623_10100125951489455_257652133672442720_nOur first sunset in Rota, Spain

10525614_10100122531987165_6243217619800015725_nOur first beach day at Puerto de Santa Maria

10487262_10100122861796225_5134170579938187408_nOur dinner spot at La Dolce Vita in Rota

10491099_10100125962701985_2537580157321246667_nShannon’s new friend in Morocco (and yes, I forgot to include this in the actual Morocco posts)

10378922_10100121722534315_5229832447256330918_nPepe – the coolest cat (besides Roscoe) with the prettiest eyes

10502152_10100126121398955_7070530951705842861_nHibiscus flowers in Morocco

10530729_10100124541789505_6965250031888731584_nRota – the beach on our last beach day.

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10478155_10100124705850725_1115970125986224145_nSunset beach ride on Puerto de Santa Maria with Doctura

10325528_10100124877771195_7611650444431814540_nMy steed for the beach ride. I wanted to steal her and bring her back to the States.

10557267_10100125249935375_2352396878057055251_nHomemade grapefruit martini’s on our last night in Spain.

And yes – if you followed me on Instagram during this adventure of a lifetime, you saw most of these photos 😉

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Quintessential Andalucia – Vejer de la Frontera

Our final day in Spain was spent in (on?) a hillside village known as Vejer de la Frontera, just one of the many white-washed towns spread across southern Spain. The village was just over 30 minutes from Rota, making for a perfect afternoon. We arrived and proceeded to climb to the to the top, where we would then find ourselves in one of the prettiest areas of our trip.

10373500_10100128982575135_241949197453392655_nThe view as we made our way to the Plaza de Espana

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The center known as the Plaza de Espana, where there were plenty of little restaurants and cafes, along with the most ornate fountain I’d ever seen.

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We stopped to take in the beauty of the fountain, as well as take a few photos, and then headed over to one of the restaurants for some tapas and beverages until it was time for our lunch reservation.

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After a bit of relaxation and good food, we ventured through this glorious village. I wasn’t fully prepared for the amount of hills we were going to do, but I guess looking back, I should have expected it since it is on a hill. Oh well, good exercise after stuffing my belly full of delicious Moroccan food for the second time that week! Since there aren’t many words to describe the remaining adventure through this time, I’ll let the pictures tell the story. Needless to say, it was a perfect way to spend our last day in Spain with great friends.

10330388_10100128983802675_7982604287826049954_nLooking down towards the plaza with a view of the restaurant we ate lunch at – El Jardin Del Califa

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10561539_10100128985394485_7110132700690889480_nAcross the water is Africa!

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10426846_10100128985264745_635353633520390837_nThe church is from the 13th century!

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Stay tuned  – the final post from Spain is all the random pictures from the trip!

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Taxi Protests and Birds Eye Views – Seville, Spain

We got our major day trips out of the way early in the week so we could veg on the beach of the remainder of our time in Spain. After spending the day in Morocco on Saturday, and a wonderful day at the beach on Sunday, we ventured off to Seville, Spain on Monday.

An hour train ride took us in-land to the beautiful city of Seville, and it really gave us a chance to see the countryside of Spain. Once we arrived in Seville, we headed towards the taxi stand to grab a cab like we were told to the Cathedral or to the Alcazar. Instead of a line of cabs ready to whisk us to our destination, we were faced with an empty cab stand. Thankfully Nick speaks a bit of Spanish, because if he didn’t, we would have been screwed. Because I can’t speak a word. Okay, I can speak a few words. But basic. And the most I used while in Spain was either ‘Hola’, ‘Gracias’, or ‘Un Cervesa Por Favor’ (sometimes ‘Un Sangria por favor’ depending on my mood).

So when two men walked over and began explaining to us why there were no taxi’s and there wouldn’t be until later in the afternoon, I was really grateful that Nick was able to pick up enough to determine that we either needed to take a bus, or walk. So we bought a map and began venturing through Seville towards our destination.

On our way, we passed why there were no taxi’s. Turns out, it was an organized protest. And by organized, I mean they had police officers directing traffic, horns honking, people riding around with signs, and so on. It was insane, but it was also pretty cool to see. They were protesting illegals coming into Seville and taking their jobs.

10547598_10100123029095955_8829653177261893252_nA little glimpse of the taxi protest

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Let’s just say it took us about an hour to walk about 2.5 miles to the Plaza in Seville. And by the time we got there, all we wanted to do was sit down because we were so hot from walking around Seville. But we persevered, and continued to stroll around. We were completely awestruck by the beauty and the size of the plaza. It was incredible. These pictures don’t even do it justice.

10565279_10100128488734795_8267582404598664814_nThe backside of the plaza, which we came in on accidentally. We actually wandered into a secured military area! Whoops! They were totally understanding and directed us to where we needed to be.

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10580181_10100128488814635_8521676095788862762_nWalking into the Plaza

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From there, we headed in the direction of the Alcazar and Cathedral. But not before a quick stop for lunch in front of the University in Seville.

UniversityThen we began our walk to the Alcazar and the Cathedral.

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The Alcazar was a cool little part of the city with winding roads, little cafes and hidden shops. I didn’t take any photos in it, but let’s just say it was adorable. We didn’t walk too much through it because we were hot, tired and just wanted to get to the Cathedral. It was already around 100 degrees by the time we got there and just wanted to get out of the sun. We figured we would just kill sometime in the Cathedral and cool off. Instead, we spent close to an hour exploring every nook and cranny and even climbed the 34 flights to the top of the bell tower to enjoy a birds eye view of the city. It was definitely the highlight of our trip to Seville.

10574219_10100128516983185_1440523733318173543_nThe outside of the Cathedral

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Some of the views as we made our way to the top of the bell tower.

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And the views once we made it to the top

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10527782_10100128540930195_7443281916629013121_nThe view of the bullring in Seville

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After we enjoyed the incredible views, we ventured through a few more chambers of the cathedral before heading to a local cafe to grab a beverage. It was my first time experience beer in a wine glass.

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Then before we knew it, it was time to grab a cab (yes, they were running again by the time we were ready to leave!) and head back to the train station to get our train back to Rota. After a fantastic, but hot, day we were definitely ready to spend a few days on the beach. And that’s exactly what we did until Saturday, for our final day trip.

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Continent Hopping: A Day in Africa – Morocco, Part 3

After Asilah, we climbed back in the van and ventured back to Tangier, where our adventure was going to continue through the old city.

But first, a stop for lunch at one of the only places open. During Ramadan, most places close during the day since they fast from sunrise to sunset. At sunset, they all open and stay open late into the night.

We experienced true Moroccon cuisine; beef cous cous and chicken pastella. Both were amazing.

restaurantThe restaurant we ate at

Before actually seeing Morocco, the only way I could envision it was from what I had seen in movies. And let me tell you, it’s spot on. It’s exactly how I had envisioned it. I unfortunately didn’t take too many pictures in Tangier, but did take some with my phone.

Old buildings, small little markets, kids out in the streets playing soccer, the smells of saffron and curry in the air and fresh baked goods everywhere we looked.

10520749_10100128460755865_4228308240792597361_nLooking up at the backside of one of the neighborhoods of Tangier – not the actual Kasbah

Jamal even took us inside one of the little shops, where they were hand making mosaics for tables. Seeing that process has given me new respect for those mosaics. They were stunning, and each one was so unique. I wish I could have taken one home with me.

As we entered the Tangier Kasbah, you immediately felt as if you had been transported back in time. Everything was close together. The buildings were on top of the other. They had wells in the streets for washing, water, and pretty much whatever else they needed it for. Cats roamed all over. And these cats were tame. Not that we tried to play with them, but they were so used to people that they would just lay there and watch you walk by.

tangier kasbah 2The entrance to the Tangier Kasbah

But the first thing I noticed in Tangier? The smells. The smells changed whenever you turned down another alley. One smell could be curry. The next, baking baklava. Another, you’d get the whiff of raw sewage (hey, it’s an old city… what did you expect!). But for the most part, the smells made me hungry. I wanted to climb into their kitchens and join them for dinner. Thankfully, they were just prepping for their after-sunset meals otherwise, they may have found a new house guest.

As we ventured deeper into the Kasbah, the streets get tighter. And the more people are out on them. We witnessed many tailors working to create kaftans for the end of Ramadan celebrations in some of the most amazing colors I’ve ever seen. We nearly got fishlined by some of the threads and yarns as we walked down hill since they tie the materials to various things to help them from not getting tangled. I wish I had taken pictures of this, because it was certaintly a site I will never forget. It made me realize how much we take for granted our sewing machines and factories. These people were handmaking their clothing for celebration. And they were by far some of the prettiest pieces I have ever seen.

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After venturing around the Kasbah for awhile, Jamal took us into the Kasbah Museum, which was a former’s Sultan’s palace. We witnessed the room where they used to store the money and jewels, and the hand painted ceiling, 16th century jewelry, and other ancient artifacts, as well as the Sultan’s Garden that outshone any botanical garden I’ve ever seen.

Then it was off to the Medina where we were taken through the meat market, the fresh produce market, goat cheese market, slipper market, as well as the general market that had a little bit of everything. This was truly an experience to remember with aspects I’d rather forget. The general market that had a little bit of everything was exactly what you would envision. It was crowded. Cars were driving right down the middle of it. People were trying to get you to look at and buy everything they had.

Word of advice: If you say no, don’t look at their product. They will take that as a sign that you are interested.

Let’s just say, we ended up in the market at the hottest part of the day. Not only were we hot, but I was extremely overwhelmed, and got claustrophobic. I’ve never been in that much of a crowd in my life.

Next step was the meat market {the one thing I’d prefer to forget}. I’m not sticking with this for to long because… well… it was just not my thing. It’s exactly what you would think a fresh meat market would look like. Except when you turn the corner and suddenly you’re faced with camel, goat and sheep’s heads, as well as the other parts of the animal that no one really wants.

Let’s just say I almost passed out. A good mixture of the smell, the sight and the heat was to blame.

We got out of their fast and moved on to the fresh produce market. Much more my speed. Same with the goat cheese, which we learned they shape it by weaving a basket around it, and the slipper market which was a girl’s dream. Sure, there were slippers (flats) but also loads of handmade sandals too!

Before we headed off to the co-op where we would actually do some shopping, we stopped at an English church in the heart of Tangier. It was lovely, and also pretty cool to discover that one of the supporters of the Church was from Winthrop, MA! A little taste of home in Africa.

The co-op was three floors of some the most unbelievable Moroccan creations. One floor was all leather products, another was jewelry, vases, clocks, and wooden items and third was rugs. The shop was nice and cool, and no one else was there. We spent quite a bit of time venturing through and chatting with the shop-keepers, who were happy to help us with our purchases and answer any questions.

coopInside the Co-Op

Since we didn’t have any place to put a rug (even though I would have loved to come home with one), we settled for a handmade hassack (ottoman) for ourselves and a few other gifts for family.

On our way out of the Kasbah, Jamal took us to what they know as a ‘common bakery’. Essentially, it’s a small room, with a giant hole dug into the ground and someone cooking. But that place smelled AMAZING. I wanted devour everything they were baking. And the man was kind enough to let us take pictures.

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Before we knew it, our time was up in Morocco. Jamal brought us back to the ferry terminal where we went through passport control to exit the country, and boarded our ferry back to Spain.

After a 10-hour adventure through Morocco, that was unforgettable, amazing, beautiful and enlightening, we couldn’t have been more ready for an ice cold beverage on the ferry ride back.

Along with a few good laughs and amazing memories made with good friends.

Continent Hopping: A Day in Africa – Morocco…Part 2

Asilah, Morocco was beautiful. There really isn’t any other way to describe it. As we strolled through their Kasbah, we witnessed the sheer beauty of this old city. White buildings with teal doors, flowers growing everywhere, cobblestone streets, narrow alleys, and the colors that could be found painted on the buildings were unbelievable. A photographer’s dream.

Jamal led us through the windy, twisty roads all the way to the top, where climbed a set of steps, and suddenly was overlooking the ocean. Waves were crashing on the rocks below us, and this perfect little white-washed town was overlooking it all from a cliff.

So, instead of describing this lovely town, I’m going to just let you enjoy the sheer beauty of it through photos.

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And I’m throwing this one in there for good measure. Since there was actually a note to take a picture and Instagram it (and yes… I did.)

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To be continued… Up next- Adventures in the Tangier Kasbah and Market

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Continent Hopping: A Day in Africa – Morocco

It’s hard to believe that less than 24 hours after arriving in Europe (Spain), we hopped on a ferry and spent the day on another continent, Africa (Morocco). It was an experience that neither of us wanted to pass up and looking back, we’re are certainly glad we didn’t.

When people ask about what our favorite part our trip was, our answer (besides laying on a beach and spending time with friends), is Morocco. It’s pretty hard to describe the day. But I’m going to do my absolute best. I’m going to do it over the course of three parts, since there is a lot to cover, and a lot of images to share!

Onward.


We left the house around 6:30 AM Saturday morning to start our 1 ½ hour trek to Tarifa, where we would be picking up the ferry to head over to Morocco. The drive was stunning. The sun was rising, and filled the sky with orange, pinks and reds. It created this enviable backdrop against the rolling hills and endless fields of windmills. Even though I was jetlagged, and exhausted, pure adrenaline had me excited and in complete awe that I was about to board a boat that would take me to Africa. It blew my mind that we were that close for it to be considered a ‘day trip’.

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As we drove the windy roads to Tarifa, we could already see the mountains of Africa off in the horizon. Unfortunately it was a bit hazy, but it certainly caused our excitement to grow. We were seriously thatclose to being on another continent.


Highlights from the ferry ride:

~ The beautiful view as we pulled out of port.

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~ My new little Moroccan friend. She was about 3, and continued to sit closer and closer to me until I smiled and said hi. She quickly smiled back and scurried back to her mom who met me with a pleasant smile as well.

~ A little boy absolutely hitting the deck when the horn went off announcing we were pulling out of port. He didn’t just fall. He hit.the.deck. I mean full out ‘Holy crap, something is going down’ hit the deck. We didn’t know if we should laugh or worry, but as soon as we saw his mother cracking up, we knew it was okay to laugh along with them. He just shrugged off as if he does this all the time.


Once we pulled in Tangier’s port, we disembarked and made our way to our tour guide, Jamal, who was waiting for us outside the ferry building.

Fun fact: We visited Morocco during Ramadan, which meant that we were 2 hours BEHIND Spain. This only happens during Ramadan. Normally, they are only one hour behind. So we may have left Spain at 9 AM, but we arrived in Morocco at 7:30 AM!

After introductions were made, we piled into Jamal’s van with his driver Mohammed, and began making our way around the city of Tangier. As we pulled out of the ferry’s parking lot, the old Tangier Kasbah sat above us, and I already knew this would be a country I was going to fall in love with.

photoTangier Kasbah from the ferry terminal.

First up, a driving tour of the city. He showed us all the important parts; the downtown area (including a spot where one of the Bourne movies was filmed), the Grand Mosque, California (the area where kings, princes, governors, mayors and so on live or have summer homes), as well as other gorgeous lookout points. We had lots of photo ops which none of us skipped out on knowing we probably would never be back.

10325224_10100125957931545_601402346883697605_nOur first stop, near the main downtown area

10306395_10100125959154095_4377642042587689969_nOne of the chase scenes in The Bourne Ultimatium was filmed here!

10460785_10100125959243915_769797935803561382_nThe Grand Mosque

10559916_10100125959548305_2536618767577576576_nLooking back at the old city of Tangier

After driving, we had our first ‘Let’s get out of the car and do something’ experience. And that experience was…. Riding camels.

Yes folks. This horseback rider rode a camel.

camelA good view of the saddle… plus check out those adorable babies in the background.

Let me just tell you… I was scared out of my mind, and yet so excited at the same time. I ended up with the camel that just wanted to lay down the entire time. And she let everyone know by making whatever noise camels make, constantly. Seriously.

Whenever we stopped for pictures, Sabrina decided it was also her chance to lay back down.

{Side note: If she has succeeded, not only would it have been hilarious because I would have rolled off a camel, but she probably would have forced the other camels to lay down too since we were all tied together… just saying.}

After riding around for about 5-10 minutes, we climbed off {definitely not gracefully in my case}, and took some photos. Hence, the camel selfie.

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How was riding a camel you ask?

Completely awkward and uncomfortable, and very amusing. They have saddles on that kind of sit up on their humps, so you sink into it and it has a spot to hold to on the front (like a Western saddle). However, when they get moving, I have never felt something so strange in my life. I held on for dear life, and went full horseback rider on this camel.

But… I can now say I rode a camel. Check that off the bucket list.

camel 2Hanging out with my camel… Sabrina.

After walking…er… hobbling back to the van, we started our journey to the seaside town of Asilah. We had about an hour drive, and we went right down the coast. The drive was beautiful and really allowed us to see Morocco. We also all took this opportunity to fit in a quick nap. Since we were exhausted from riding camels and all.

To be continued. Next up – Asilah.

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Spain In A Nutshell.

It’s been just over a week since we came from home from the trip of a lifetime. Last week was a blur (think unpacking, serious grocery shopping, and recovering from some serious jet lag), but it was completely and utterly worth it.

From riding camels overlooking the ocean in Morocco, to traveling back in time as we were guided through the old streets of the Tangier Kasbah and Medina, to witnessing a taxi protest in Seville and getting a bird’s eye view of the city, and spending numerous perfect days on a Spanish beach just enjoying the sun, it was definitely a vacation to remember.

Over the next week or so, I’ll be posting about our adventures. Our three major day trips during the trip were to Tangier and Asilah, Morocco, Seville and Vejer de la Frontera. Each of those days will have their own posts, since they all have some great stories stemming from it. Other than that, we pretty much laid on a beach, ate a lot of good food and drank a lot of sangria.

Stay tuned as I recount an adventure of a lifetime…. and I hope you enjoy reading and seeing as much I did taking it all in.