After a lunch stop in Arcos (an Andalusian hill town) we made our way to Tarifa. Known as the wind surfing capital of Europe, Tarifa is on the southern tip of Spain and would be our jumping off point to Africa. Our ferry left early the next day for Tangier, Morocco and took about 35 minutes to make the 9-mile crossing. We knew going in that the one-day we scheduled here would not be enough, a fact that was quickly confirmed. If we planned better we could have easily spent a week traveling around the country. To make the most out of the time we did have, we pre-booked a guide that would be with us all day. Said (Sigh-eed) and his driver Mohamed were waiting for us right on schedule at the dock. We started our day with a drive through town. Passing several palaces we slowly worked our way out to the Atlantic coast. Here we found Cape Sparten, went through the Cave of Hercules, and rode some camels. Later on we headed back to town and wandered the Kasbah by foot. After a great four-course Moroccan lunch, we ambled through the narrow streets getting lost in the markets all afternoon. What a magnificent culture to explore, and again, our only regret was not having the time to delve deeper into its offerings.
This little guy was so cute, just wandering around with his pet donkey.
Our ferry left Spain at 9am although it looks like the middle of the night.
When in Morocco you have to ride the camels.
Cape Sparten is on the northwest tip of Africa, where the Atlantic Ocean meets the Mediterranean Sea.
All over town you find bread makers like this working over a wood burning stove. Locals bring their fresh rolled dough to be baked and offer a few coins as payment. Sometimes if they can't pay, they'll leave one of the loaves behind as payment. We all got a taste and the bread was absolutely delicious.
Henri Matisse, the famous French impressionist, called Tangier a “painter’s paradise”. During his time here he called this apartment home, and included doors like this in several of his works.
This little guy was so cute, just wandering around with his pet donkey.
Our ferry left Spain at 9am although it looks like the middle of the night.
When in Morocco you have to ride the camels.
Cape Sparten is on the northwest tip of Africa, where the Atlantic Ocean meets the Mediterranean Sea.
All over town you find bread makers like this working over a wood burning stove. Locals bring their fresh rolled dough to be baked and offer a few coins as payment. Sometimes if they can't pay, they'll leave one of the loaves behind as payment. We all got a taste and the bread was absolutely delicious.
Henri Matisse, the famous French impressionist, called Tangier a “painter’s paradise”. During his time here he called this apartment home, and included doors like this in several of his works. 
A real snake-charmer with his cobra.
He changed snakes before we took this photo.
Some ladies selling fresh veggies on a corner in the Kasbah.
If we ever move to Morocco I've got a gig waiting.
Mounds of olives at the market.
Two popular shops in the city center were shoes...
...and Moroccan kaftans.
A few kids on their way home from school.
