Trading Blonds for Camels – A Moroccan Adventure

Because Morocco is literally a two hour drive and a 30 minute ferry ride from Sevilla, I really had no excuse not to hop on over to Africa for a weekend…no big deal! ;) We decided to spend a bit more money to go on a trip organized through a local travel agency due to the language barrier and major cultural differences so all we had to do was pay and show up. Before leaving for the bus, my señora pulled me aside to give me the ‘dos besos’ (two kisses) goodbye. As I was leaving the apartment, she then proceeded to shout from behind me “be careful because they trade blonds for camels!” With that setting the tone of the trip, I smiled and left the house to embark on my maiden voyage to AFRICA!!

In our three days in northern Morocco, we managed to visit the cities of Tangier, Chefchuan, and Tetuan with a small stop Algeciras to catch the ferry and another stop in the Spanish city of Ceuta located in Morocco after debarking from the ferry. The weekend was a surreal blur of wandering narrow streets, rain, bold Arabic men, over the top tourist attractions, and humbling panoramic views. The easiest way to describe my experience in Morocco is that it was a trip of severe contrasts. The moments that stick out the most in my memories are:

• Walking through the markets and medinas haggling for goods and seeing such crazy things like entire dead chickens hanging from windows and donkeys walking down the street
• Amy and I stuffing our faces on the bus with the Moroccan cookies we purchased from a random street vendor
• Our disgusting hotel room in Tangier with mold on the lamp shades and an unidentifiable funky odor

• Wandering through the blue medina of Chefchuan in the rain – sometimes crossing flooded areas on logs of wood – only to come upon a singing bridal party, a group of chanting students dancing with drums, and women doing their laundry in the river
• The horrible hokey Arabian culture presentation and meal with a ‘belly dancer,’ ‘acrobats,’ and a ‘fire eater magician’ that Amy had to leave halfway through because of the overwhelming smells
• Breathtaking views of the Rif Mountains and the Mediterranean Sea from the bus
• Amy getting sick from accidently drinking the water!

• Riding a camel!! (So touristy especially since camels are only actually used in normal life in the southern desert portion of Morocco)
• Seeing the Caves of Hercules where the Atlantic Ocean and Mediterranean Sea meet
• Talking for over an hour with the store owner from which I bought my postcards about everything from the American lifestyle to his brother’s family in the Canary Islands

I’m glad we went for the first time to Morocco with an organized group; however, the structure of the trip needed some improvement. We spent way too much time waiting and driving in the bus and not enough time truly immersing ourselves in Moroccan culture – we even were only able to eat one actual Moroccan meal! Instead of wasting hours of our days in tourist presentations about traditional Moroccan woven rugs/blankets and spices/perfumes, I much rather would have spent more than the mere 45 minutes we were given exploring the market places for myself or people watching while sipping on Arabic tea.

On the other hand, if we wouldn’t have driven between all of the cities, I never would have seen the gorgeous peaks of the Rif Mountains or gotten a firsthand view of rural Moroccan life such as men herding their livestock, children playing in the streets, and worshippers heading to the nearest mosque. In the end, northern Morocco is a beautiful rustic area filled with friendly people – I only wish I could have spent more time seeing the real Morocco as opposed to the superficial touristy side.

The Craziness of Carnaval!

This past weekend was definitely a crazy experience of epic proportions! A few friends and I returned to Cádiz on February 13^th in order to see Carnaval – the Roman Catholic version of Mardi gras (celebration before the start of lent). The Carnaval in Cadiz is one of the biggest street festivals in the world. People come from all over Spain, and even Europe, to celebrate!

The bus ride to Cádiz was an adventure all on its own. I’m pretty sure that I never want to be in such a small enclosed place with that many tipsy Americans ever again! Our guide also had some interesting ‘words of wisdom’ to share with the group. “The bus driver doesn't speak English so he doesn't know you're eating. You're not allowed to eat on the bus. Stop eating. - If you get lost, make sure you know where you are. - If you see a fight, run away. There aren't any police. - You'll probably have to pee on the street. But it's okay, if you're a girl you can just go behind a car.” With those lovely and oh so useful tidbits of advice in mind, we departed the bus and headed off into the throngs of thousands of people overtaking Cádiz!

Carnaval is a crazy, crazy place. Even crazier than the “advice” of our bus guide led us to believe! Imagine thousands of people, all dressed up in costumes, socializing and drinking in the streets. We saw people dressed up as everything from heart suckers, clergymen, and chickens to sperm, Avatars, bulls and girl scouts. I don’t even have the words to describe it! Bars and cafes were open but blocked off to prevent property damage so they were selling things through their windows. Random choirs and mini processions would pass by singing at the top of their lungs while others played instruments and banged on drums. In random alleys, we would come across people selling jewelry, scarves, masks…pretty much everything!

The mains plazas in Cádiz were the center of the party. Trying to cross them was an absolute nightmare consisting of pretty much being carried by the mob of people being groped the entire way. I definitely learned how to be aggressive about keeping my personal space that night. I can’t tell you all how often we had to shove people and physically link together to make it through the crowds and to keep the drunken creepers at bay. If I hear ‘rubia, rubia’ (blond, blond) one more time, I cannot be made responsible for my actions! Needless to say, we ended up avoided the plazas!!

At about 3:00 AM, I realized that my shoes were soaked through… I thought to myself ‘wow. That’s weird. It hasn’t rained recently’ then I suddenly realized that my shoes were not soaked with water but rather with urine! ¡Que horrible! At that point, I was starting to get tired and cranky but we were stick in Cádiz until our bus at 5:30 AM. Done with the party, we grabbed churros y chocolate and people watched for the remainder of the time.

Overall the night was a strange mixture of surreal encounters and fun times. It was great to spend time with friends just taking in the madness around us. We were finally able to leave Cádiz and crashed into our beds at a wonderful 7:00 AM the next morning. I’m glad I was able to experience Carnaval once but it is definitely a once in a lifetime only sort of experience!

Córdoba and the Chess Mastermind

Oh, how I love Andalucía! Every single city I have visited in southern Spain, I have absolutely adored! Córdoba was no exception.

Córdoba is a stunning place to visit. It is not only a beautiful city but also one of UNESCO’s world heritage sites. We only had a day in Córdoba so I didn’t see everything that I wanted to but we managed to squeeze in quite a bit. The highlights of the day were definitely seeing the Mezquita and the Alcázar as well as the traditional food we tried for lunch!

The Mezquita is a cathedral that was originally built as a mosque in 600 AD. I have never seen anything like the Mezquita in my life. Its architecture and art demonstrates an intriguing mix of the Muslim and Christian traditions. Multiple columns and the mihrab with the meticulous and intricate Arabic decorations coexist next to depictions of the cross and statuesque marble angels. Walking into the Mezquita, I felt like I could actually feel the layers of history surrounding me.

The Alcázar of Córdoba was also impressive. Although, we never actually made it inside to see to actual Alcázar castle itself. The gardens were so gorgeous that we spent all of our time exploring and taking millions of pictures!

Because I am a very food orientated person, my other best memories from Córdoba revolve around the traditional dishes we tried. The first dish was Salmorejo. Salmorejo is a typical dish of Córdoba that is a cold soup almost like a thicker version of Gazpacho that you eat with bread instead of a spoon. It has a very strong almost tangy flavor to it. I still haven’t quite decided if I liked it or not… The other dish was flamenquín - deep fried bread stuffed with ham and cheese! I was really looking forward to trying flamenquín because honestly, I thought that anything deep fried with ham and cheese would be amazing. Sadly, that was not the case! The flamequín tasted more like the oil it was fried in that anything else. I am on the look out to try it again in hope that it was only a crappy restaurant, not a crappy dish!

After our whirlwind of a day in Córdoba, my roommate Haley and I returned to our apartment and crashed exhausted. The next thing I know, I am being woken up in the morning by the sound of Spongebob (even more annoying in Spanish than in English surprisingly) blaring from the TV and squealing laughter. I was so confused because it is only Haley, me, and our señora in the apartment and I knew that there was no way she could be watching Spongebob on a Sunday morning. Groggily, I wandered out into the living room only to be met with a sudden silence and big brown eyes staring up at me. Our señora’s grandson, Antonio, finally stopped by to visit!!

Antonio is about the cutest thing I have seen. He is a ball of energy in such a way that only six year old boys can pull off with a goofy, crooked toothed smile. He was really shy at first only introducing himself to me in english as Anthony because “Antonio is Spanish but Anthony is Antonio in English and I’m learning English” in one big rush of breathless words.

It wasn’t until the next morning that Antonio truly opened up. He chattered at me all morning telling me about his English classes at school and his fútbol team and then demonstrating proudly the ‘head and shoulders’ song in English. He then decided – quite stubbornly, I might add – that he wanted to play chess. The thing is, I don’t know how to play chess!

Antonio thought it was great that he knew something that someone ‘old’ like me didn’t so he took it upon himself to teach me… in Spanish…with all of the wrong terminology. I’m pretty sure that the rook is not called castilla (castle). He also was teaching me all of the wrong rules, I came to find out later once Haley (who actually knows how to play) joined us! Playing made-up chess in Spanish with Antonio will definitely be one of the memories that I will remember forever of my time in Spain.