Across The Gibraltar Strait

The plan to go to Spain was kind of unplanned. For the most part, the idea to go was always in the back of my head. I figured since we were SO close to Spain, we may as well go! It was only a 35 minute ferry from the coast of Tanger to Tarifa (one of the ports of Spain). Spain would be the eleventh country on my worldly trip so we decided to make it happen! What would we do there? Whatever we pleased. Our number one priority? Relax the heck out!

It wasn’t a smooth trip to Tarifa. We took an overnight train from Rabat to Tanger where I found it difficult for me to sleep because I didn’t want to accidentally miss our stop. The trains in Morocco barely announce what city you’ve arrived in, and when it does announce, it will say it French or Arabic which doesn’t help me at all! My paranoia kept me up for most of the night. Eventually we did make it to Tanger around 7 am and immediately found a taxi guy to take us to the Moroccan port. We got there quick but apparently a boat was about to leave really soon! A guy who worked for the ferry company ran with us to get our tickets, ran to the security check point and to the ferry gate. At the end, he wanted money for the tickets but I told him I only had my card and no cash. So I had to run all the way back to the ticket office and pay with my card and all the way back to the ferry gate and finally onto the boat that was just about to depart! Not to mention, I had my bags on me the whole time so running around a ferry port so early in the morning wasn’t exactly fun. But at least we were on the ferry sooner than we anticipated. We found a good spot to sit and Chris immediately passed out!



Once we landed in Tarifa, Spain, the language barrier immediately switched from French and Arabic over to Spanish. I can speak and understand a little Spanish so I was more comfortable here. We walked with our luggage to find a place that had Wi-Fi so I could book an accommodation for us. I’ve been using ever since I was in Asia to book hostels and hotels. I’ve used them so much that they started giving me pretty good discounts on lots of places. I found a cool place near a beach called Valdevaqueros that had a kitchen and most importantly, air conditioning! It was a little pricey but it looked well worth it, so we found a cab and he took us a few kilometers along the southern coast of Spain to Valdevaqueros!


Our hotel was pretty sweet! It had a pool, a few decks, and a great view of the beach. There was a dog that hung around which I believed belonged to the hotel owners. He would constantly pop over our place!


In the distance we could see a bunch of kites near the shore. Not small kites, but the big kites you use to go kite surfing. We settled our bags and everything, took a much needed nap after traveling all night, and headed to Valdevaqueros beach to see what it had to offer.



There were kites everywhere! I never seen so many kitesurfers in one place! Turns out, Tarifa is one of the biggest destinations in the world for kite surfing! I wanted to try it but it takes days worth of training to become even a little decent at it. Unfortunately we didn’t have the luxury of time so all we could do was watch and awe.



We didn’t do too much for our first day in Spain, especially since our agenda was to have no agenda. We headed back to our hotel and chilled out there for a bit and took advantage of the internet to catch up on blogs and with friends and family back home. Later on we headed back into town to find some grub. We found a nice spot that served up burritos which we were both hankering for. I ordered a pop and the waiter brought out a can of coke that read “Daniel” on it. Chris got one that read “Lauren”. I guess in some countries there are cokes with names of different people for whatever fun reason. I saw it as a sign of great luck that out off all the coke cans, I randomly got the one that had my name on it!


We figured since we had a kitchen, that we should take full advantage of the stove and microwave. We also thought it would be cheaper to buy our own food and cook it rather than eating out all the time. We bought cereal for breakfast and pasta with veggies and sausages for dinner. It was pretty easy to make (Chris made it all. I did a great job at supervising!) and it was actually pretty good!


Around 6;40 pm, when the sun began to fall, we found that our terrace held a great view of the sunset from the distance! It was also a great place to hangout.


Yeah…Tarifa. Relax your heart out and eat great food. As much as I wanted to stick by that motto, I couldn’t help but want to see MORE! There was another city on the opposite side of Tarifa called Algeciras that I wanted to check out. Had I known, how creepy it was going to be, I would of stayed put right here at Valdevequeros….

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