We were never so happy to be back in our home Alcala de Henares, Spain. We managed to pass all of our "barba" tests which did get a little hairy at times but we survived. We thought communicating in Spain seemed difficult at times...Now speaking Spanish in Spain feels so much more familiar.
Here I am enjoying a lovely Moroccan breakfast with Noah in our hostel outside of Meknes (which we had to take a midnight taxi ride through the Moroccan country side with two men we never met before).
Here we are (above) enjoying our time on the beach of Tangier where one can see Spain in the distance.
Our lovely room in the Marco Polo Hotel of Tangier where we ended up staying for two nights because the other hostel we reserved did not exist...scary.
Yea that's right...We totally took advantage of running into Med. Sea. What a great time.
The town of Asilah was absolutely fantastic. It was right on the beach facing the Atlantic and was so tranquil, and we were able to try the mint tea (delicious), various pastries, and some Moroccan food, and enjoy the Medina without stress. A beautiful place.
The gates of Fez and the entrance into the Medina which is like a labyrinth to try and navigate its thousands of little streets. Without maps or anything we managed to conquer the Medina and continue on our adventure.
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