Morocco

I have always wanted to go to Morocco. But since I spent two whole weeks in Spain, I didn't have very much time left before I had to go back to the states for my cousin's wedding. I hadn't had much luck finding cs hosts or someone from travbuddies to go with, plus after talking to some people who had been, it really wasn't a place I wanted to travel alone. It was simply fear of the unknown.

So I had given up on going to Morocco and bought a plane ticket home from Faro for about a week after my last class so I could go back to Portugal and spend few days in the south. Then!...as luck would have it (and things always seem to work out in my life like this) I was leaving class on thursday and finally noticed a poster that had been there all week; There was a group of students going to Morocco for the weekend!

Now, organized tours are not really my style, but I only had 5 days before I had to leave so if I was going to go to Morocco, this was it!

My plan before had been to take the ferry across the strait of gibraltar and head immediately for Chechaouen, since border towns aren't the safest place to hang out, and this tour happened to be going there too! So it was really the perfect sign.

My friend Christine and I signed up that afternoon and were on a bus the next morning headed to Algeciras. We hopped a ferry to Ceuta and entered the African continent on Spanish soil...