Every once in a while, without even knowing it, you turn up in exactly the right place at exactly the right time. This post, about Spain’s Holy Week and its religious processions, is the story of one of those times.
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It’s amazing how six square kilometers of rock at the edge of a peninsula can be so different from the land it’s attached to. But this is not just any rock – it’s the infamous Rock of Gibraltar, a tiny British enclave surrounded by sea and Spain. And, unexpectedly, we got to visit for the day!
My parents are in Morocco for Christmas, and we’ve been having a great time in Marrakech. In this second part of my story, though, things go a bit downhill. A tout in the tanneries finally makes me snap. Thankfully, however, an invite to couscous by a friendly local redeems the city in my eyes, and we head to the coastal city of Agadir for our Christmas celebration feeling positive.
Marrakech is, according to most, a tourist factory, a city that churns up and spits out tourists, and not at all representative of the rest of Morocco. But it’s also where I met up with my parents to kick-start our Christmas in Morocco! Read on for our first experienced in the medina and souqs; first bargaining experiences; visits of a few architectural sites; and our evenings in the infamous Djemaa el Fna.
In the midst of our transit south, Bruno and I took a bit of time to visit Portugal’s two largest cities – Porto and Lisbon. What follows are two tales of our visits to these tantalizing cities, which include port wine tastings, wanders along coastlines, discussions of ceramic tiles, a sampling of Portuguese pastries, and an evening of Fado music. Brief though they were, our visits offered us a glimpse of two cities worthy of great tales.