Rode a camel!

Hi Everyone! Sorry it's been a while but it's been tough to get to a computer the last couple of weeks. I think I left off in Spain the last time I posted though so that is where I'll pick things up from...

Barcelona started off really badly but it made up for it the longer we were there. Our first night there we had to take a night bus, which should have only taken an hour at most. We missed our stop though, so the driver pointed us in the direction of another bus stop that would get us back to where we needed to be. The bus that came however drove right by us and didn't stop. This was at 2am! So the next bus that came 20 mins later was our original bus driver, who basically just shook his head at us like 'you've got to be kidding me with these two...'. We totally didn't get back to the hostel until 4:30am.

After that fiasco things got much better. Barcelona is definitely a city I could live in. It was easy to get around, I understand enough Spanish to know what people were saying to me, and when I didn't I had Jill to translate. The weather was really nice so we walked around most of the days we were there. We saw the Gaudi house La Pedrera and we saw La Sagrada Familia, the cathedral that to this day is still unfinished. We also took a Tapas Y Flamenco tour, where we got to have an arrangement of local tapas specialties at a local restaurant and then see a flamenco performance at a local club. The music was awesome and the dancer was unbelievable!

My favorite thing though was learning to make sangria and paella. Jill and I got a private lesson at a local restaurant. The sangria was super easy so I'll be drinking that all the time when I get home. The paella was fairly involved and complicated but it was soo good that I'm going to have to attempt it at home. And Dad, you'd be proud - it was seafood paella with prawns, squid, fish and mussels and I actually ate and enjoyed them all!

After hanging out in Barcelona for a few days we headed south to Morocco! We took the ferry over to Tangier from southern Spain. When we got off a man named Cherif approached us and offered his guide services. Apparently it's not safe for two girls there alone..... I pretty much hated Morocco. The men were vulgar and looked at Jill and I like we were on the menu. They would follow us, make cat calls in Spanish because they figured we were from Spain, and openly make suggestive gestures... It just really creeped me out. I truely didn't feel safe at any given moment, even with our guide. All in all it was highly over-rated and I don't recommend it to anyone. That being said, there were some good points like scoring some cool things like spices and blankets, and we rode camels along the beach. My camel was Sabrina and Jill's was Ali Babba and they were sweethearts. It was pretty fantastic!! We also got some cool henna tattoos on our arms. Now that we're in France people give us strange looks because of them but cest le vie!