Morocco

WARNING: This blog post is extremely long and bursting with pictures.  You may feel the need to travel, explore, fly in an airplane, or make unwise spending choices after reading this.  Proceed with caution. =)

Last week I had the lovely privilege of hosting my very first visitors in Spain! Miss Hanna Niccum and Miss Brianna Primmer made the adventure down from Ireland to spend the week with me and accompany me on a journey to Morocco.  Here's our day-by-day adventures::::::::::::::

Day 1:
Hanna and Bri arrived late on Tuesday night.  I had told my teachers at my school that two American friends were coming to visit me and they insisted that they would love to have them come visit the school. So bright and early Wednesday morning, Bri, Hanna, and I made our way to meet Marcos for our ride to school.  Lucky for Bri and Hanna they didn't only experience a regular school day, it was Halloween!  If you missed it, CLICK HERE to see what we did at our school Halloween celebration!

After a long day at school, we took the boat ferry home, siesta, and went out on a tapas tour that night.  I was able to try many new foods with Bri and Hanna.  They got the chance to experience some real Spanish Sangria and try some awesome seafood.

Day 2:
We slept in.  What else would we do on our day off? After rolling out of bed, we explored Vigo going to the Monte Castros, having some more Spanish food for lunch, and then spending the rest of the afternoon packing and relaxing before our big trip to Morocco.

I would have loved to show them a little more of Spain, but unfortunately Nov. 1st is Samain, a holiday.  So all the shops and business were closed for the day.  The girls got to experience what Spain is like on a holiday.

Day 3:
We had an exceptionally long travel day.  Woke up at 5:00am.  Took the bus to A Coruna (2 1/2 hours from Vigo) to catch our flight to Sevilla (1 1/2 hours from A Coruna).  Once we arrived in Sevilla we had about 3 hours of free time before meeting our group.  We stumbled upon a festival of nations where we sampled some Spanish empanadas and Paella.  We then made our way to the Plaza de Espana.  This was one of the sights of Sevilla I haven't had the opportunity of visiting so I was glad to have the chance this time around.

The Plaza de Espana has a tiled design for every providence in Spain.  Here's me with the Pontevedra Providence, where I live now.  The tile work is gorgeous.  

After our exploration of Sevilla, we met up with our group and off we went to Africa! 

From Sevilla all the way to our Ferry in Tarifa it rained.  Once in Tarifa, we went through customs, got a couple new stamps in our passports and ran to the boat.  Our ferry was so big that they were able to drive both of our coach buses onto the boat.  

This is my first view of Tanger, Africa.  

As if we didn't have a long enough day, after taking the ferry, going through more security checks and getting to our hotel, we had a group dinner planned for that evening.  It was my first taste of Moroccan cuisine.  

Couscous anyone?
The food was delicious, and following dinner we had an interesting presentation by a Moroccan pharmacist.  He talked about different spices and blends that supposedly cured different ailments through inhalation, creams, and perfumes.  By this time, it was Midnight and I was beyond impressed and ready for a good nights sleep.  

Day 4: 

Our day started with an interesting breakfast bar and a short bus ride to one of my favorite parts of the trip.  Camel rides.  Apparently we didn't ride true "camels" but a distant cousin.  But I say, close enough.  They were cute and it was a fun experience.  

This was half of our group.  Our group consisted of 2 coach buses, 100 people total.  

After riding the camels we headed to the Grotte D'Hercule.  It was supposedly the Home of Hercules.  The cave was fairly big with a large opening that looked out onto the Atlantic ocean.  There were also several venders set up along the path to the cave.  They had everything from plates to jewelry to knick knacks.  

Soon we hopped back onto the bus and headed for the meeting point of the Atlantic Ocean and the Mediterranean Sea.   We made a quick camera/bathroom stop here to see the lighthouse that sits on the point where the two bodies of water meet.  Then we scrambled back onto the bus to head to Lunch.  

Following Lunch we headed to the coastal town of Asilah.  This town on the Atlantic Ocean was once a Portuguese city, but due to economic crisis, Portugal abandoned the city and Spanish Morocco took over control until the late 1970's when it became apart of the nation known as Morocco today.  

Each city in Morocco has an old part of town with fortress walls called the medina.  Inside the medina, the towns have a specific color scheme they paint their streets.  Asilah's color scheme just happens to be blue and white.  This made the streets gorgeous to stroll down.  The city wall were also covered in some spectacular artwork due to an art festival that is held in the city each year.  The participants paint a wall in the medina.  The winning paintings of the contest have the privilege of being displayed on the city walls for the following two years.  

My lovely travel companions.  

Some of the street art.  

Another major aspect of my trip to Morocco is the shopping.  In Morocco there is no such thing as a fixed price.  For example, anything from hotel rooms to meals at restaurants to scarves at a street shop can be bargained for a lower price.  Since Morocco is a fairly poverty stricken country, people will take as much as they can get from you to earn a little bit of money.  I found this really cool, but also a frustrating part of the trip.  I liked the fact that I could buy a scarf or souvenir for a fraction of the original price, but did not like the process that went along with this.  

Our tour guide, Benni, gave us a crash course in bargaining in Morocco.  

Step 1: Offer 15-20% of what you actually want to pay for the item.  

Step 2: When the shopkeeper lowers his price try to meet him in the middle.  

Step 3: If the price is still not where you want it to be, put the item down and walk away.  The shop keeper will 9 times out of 10 chase after you down the street and offer you the price you quoted.  

Step 4: Never feel pressured to buy anything you don't want.  It is your money and you have the power to spend it as you please.  If you are not happy with the bargain, do not be afraid to walk away.  

 

After a couple hours of free time to shop and explore the medina of Asilah, we hopped back on the bus and headed back to our hotel, Hotel Intercontinental.  We ate supper and hit the hay, ready for another adventure on Sunday.  

Hotel Intercontinental

Day 5: 

We started our day out at 8am.  We picked up a local tour guide who told us a little bit about the traditions and beliefs of islam, history of Tanger (the city we were staying in), and about the city we were headed to, Tetouan.  In Tetouan, we had some spectacular views of the Rif Mountains.

In Tetouan we got to see the Royal Palace.  Apparently the King has a house in every large city in Morocco.  We had a quick look at the palace, listened to a short description of the history and hopped back onto the bus, destination: Chefchaouen.  

Halfway there we made a bathroom stop where I took, in my opinion, one of the coolest pictures of the trip.  

Chefchaouen, Morocco is situated 3 hours from Tanger, where our hotel was in the Rif Mountains.  The city streets are painted blue, and the entire medina is located on the side of the mountain.  While it was a bit of a workout walking around, the views were totally worth it.  I would love to say that I had the opportunity to really capture the beauty of this place in my pictures, but honestly the pictures don't do it justice.  

Our first stop was Restaurant Aladdin, which had a rooftop dining area with views of the mountains and the city.  

Next we went on a walking tour of the city.  We were able to see so many different small streets and we walked down by the freshwater spring that comes off of the mountains.  The locals use this fresh water from the mountains to wash their clothing.  

Unfortunately at the end of our walking tour we were only able to have about 45  minutes of free time to go shopping and explore.  Hanna, Bri, and I did some hasty shopping to spend the rest of our dirham and we headed to the bus.  The rest of our trip consisted of a 3 hour bus ride to Tanger, an hour wait for the ferry, an hour ferry ride, and finally a 2 1/2 hour bus ride to Sevilla.  We arrived in Sevilla at 2am, headed to the airport where we waited until my 6am flight back to Galicia.  I would have to say the trip back was pretty long and I'm not sure I ever want to "sleep" in an airport again.  

Overall this experience was pretty awesome.  The culture in Morocco is like no other culture I have experienced.  Women generally wear modest clothing, personal space is a foreign concept, bargaining for your shopping is routine, and small children are running through the streets at all times.  I learned an immense amount of not only history and facts, but simply about an entirely different culture.  If you would like to see my full album of all 233 pictures I took in Morocco, check them out on my facebook page.  I'll be posting them soon.  

One Month

I thought tonight I would get a quick update out there.  Some awesome things went down this week.  Firstly I got to watch my beloved Green Bay Packers play on Sunday, which was a great way to start out the week! So in honor, I spread my Packer Pride on monday by wearing my Packer gear to work!

Tuesday I stayed a littler later at work to hang up some Halloween decorations.  I took the barco (boat) back to Vigo.  The entire day had been rainy and thunderstorming.  And this was the view I got on my way home.  

Its just so amazing how here it can be pouring rain one minute and the next sunny and blue sky.  

Last Thursday I was surprised in my last ten minutes of school by a photographer and journalist.  They wanted to do a "little" writeup about me being at my school.  So, I sat down and talked with them for almost 30 minutes about life here, and how it is different than the United States.  I told them about how I really would like to practice my Castellano and learn about their culture.  The last 10 minutes of the interview a co-worker pokes his head in and says "Did she tell you about her farm of 400 cows!?" Needless to say, after that, my headline by my article states "The students were surprised when she talks about here farm of 400 cows." While I wanted to concentrate on how much I have learned and hope to learn, I have to say - GOT MILK? I'm pretty proud that I am the only person I've met so far from an agriculture background.  I'm hoping that I can share a lot of experiences of my life in the U.S. with everyone here.  

At school this week after the newspaper ran, I've had several students and parents whisper / say, "Look! It's the girl with 400 cows!" 

This is just a pretty fountain I found down by the port the other day on my walk home.  Thought I'd share.  

And Finally, Thank you Grandma Betty! I got my first piece of mail this last week! I was SO excited! 

It's hanging on my bulletin board.   

Tomorrow I will try to get some more food, lessons, and pictures of Pontevedra up for you to see! 

Ciao! 

Monteferro y Monte cepudo

Last Sunday when I got home from Portugal a couple friends invited me to tag along on a drive to the "Monte".  I'm still getting to know Vigo and it's surroundings but thought this sounds exciting! We piled in the car and had an awesome afternoon of spectacular views and great conversation.  

Our first stop was at the beach! You can see the famous Islas Cies in the distance.  Apparently Las Islas Cies were voted in the top 5 beaches in the world.  

Siobhan in front of the view from the top of Monteferro.  

Monteferro - This is a monument that is in honor of seamen.  

Rough Translation: This monument was raised by the universal navy so that all navigators can see the emotion that Spain salutes to all of you.  So that this granite perpetually emanates feelings of love to comfort the solitary travelers of the splendid atlantic plain.  

Rough Translation: Inaugerating this monument on July 28, 1924, reining Don Alfonso XIII; the president of the directorio, Don Miguel Primo de Rivera; with assistance from the general Don Severiano Matinez Anido; primary protector and the cooperation of the generals Don Luis Bermudez de Castro, Minister of the Guard, and Don Angel R. Del Barrio, Military Governor of Vigo.  Blessed by Don Manuel Vidal Boullon.  

Rough Translation: A dedication for the navigators that in the fight for existence fell at sea with their grave.  For those that have kept fighting for the honor of their country or for the ideals of so many tragedies in the end found their grave in the Atlantic.   

Siobhan and I with the Islas in the background.  

A windy day, but still gorgeous views.

Navigation tower that helps all the boats at sea.  

Vigo in the distance

Las Islas Cies.

Waves crashing on the rocks.  

The sun was poking through the clouds.  

Monte cepudo - A lookout above the city of Vigo

With the city in the background- VIGO!

Another view of Las Islas Cies, and the Atlantic Ocean behind them.  

Breathtaking views. 

Across the Ria (Inlet) is the city where I teach! 

And the mountains in the distance.  

More mountains

Two posts in one day - Looks like I'm starting to finally be on top of things! I hope you are enjoying all my pictures and experiences that I am sharing with you.  I love looking at my blog and seeing that I have had 1500 views already! =) Makes me feel loved!