I think it was the smoothest weekender we’ve ever been on. The weather forecast was thunderstorms, but it didn’t rain at all. We didn’t get lost, the plane left on time, and we really loved everything about the wonderful city of Barcelona. It was about 11:30pm when we arrived in the centre of town, and […]
Read more "A Weekend in Barcelona"When I realised that Portugal was the largest country in Western Europe that hadn’t been ticked off the list, I made it a bit of a mission to book something. Daniel’s upcoming birthday made it the perfect opportunity to go on our first Flat Trip. Just a quick one, flying in to Faro for a […]
Read more "A Weekend in Portugal"After leaving Chefchaouen, we bussed north to Tangier and had soup in café Hafa, which apparently is where the Beatles used to go. You sit on terraces overlooking the Gibraltar Strait, and can see the lights of Spain across the water. It was too dark for a photo, but a very cool experience. Then, the […]
Read more "Last 24 Hours in Morocco"I am in love with Chefchaouen. It is easily the most wonderful place we’ve been so far in our trip around Morocco. Nestled in the Rif mountains in the north of Morocco, Chefchaouen is just a few hours drive from the coast. It boasts an unusual hybrid between Arabic and Mediterranean. There are just as […]
Read more "Chefchaouen"My impression of Fes is that it’s a more authentic version of Marrakech. Frankie and I in front of the Blue Gate; the old town entrance nearest our riad There’s the same hustle and bustle, but it’s much easier to get lost. The souks seem to exist more for Moroccans than for tourists, which leads […]
Read more "Fes"Arriving in Meknès, our cab driver overcharged us and then dropped us on the wrong side of town, but not before giving us his phone number so we could call him tomorrow for a city tour at the miniscule price of just 500 dirhams. When we finally arrived at our riad about 45 minutes and several […]
Read more "Meknès"Casablanca is meant to be very romantic. Especially train stations in Casablanca. Or at least that’s what the movie led me to believe. My own ending to Casablanca was significantly less romantic than the clip below. We were standing on platform one. I felt weak and apparently looked pale. Our train was due in a […]
Read more "Life Lesson #34 – Train Stations in Casablanca Aren’t Always Romantic"