Who am I kidding, I’m not going to write about vacation. But a picture says 1,000 words, so here’s a dissertation on Spain and Morocco.
Civilization: bikes and places to ride them. You can guess how I got around Madrid!
La Pistola–the best bread in Spain. Of course it was closed when I got there.
The Archeology Museum, my new favorite place to get lost.
The title of this one is actually “Genius of the Year.” Gotta love Roman sense of humor.
Ancient law codes posted in each town. Cuz civilization.
This one is for Amy. All I have to say is spanish Bill Pullman wasn’t in.
After 7pm the Reina Sophia is free! Dragged Rodolpho to see Guernica (though he didn’t seem too bothered by it).
Arrived safe and sound in Astorga and found a room decorated with American flags, maps, and awesome new friends.
The view down Mary and Enrique’s street
The castle in Astorga.
Best part of grocery shopping: loking down to see the ancient Roman grocery store beneath your feet.
Maria enjoys churros and chocolate with Luke and co.
Sombra lookin sombre.
What’s better than churros and chocolate? WAFFLES and churros and chocolate
Christmas with the spanish fam.
Sharing is caring
Saving the flowers from the frost.
Raquel and Maria, new spanish bffs
These two goons skyping in for late xmas–some day my family will be organized enough to clelberate holidays on their assigned dates.
Aunt Jennifer’s xmas cookies. Mom says they’re for the children who love her and haven’t left the country.
Borrowed cycling getup.
You know it’s cold out when you have to take ice-scraping breaks to un freeze your feet from the pedals. Totally worth every second.
So I was JRA and this little old lady sees me and flaggs me down. I stop and she starts chatting in Spanish. She must have seen my confusion becasue she then asked if i speak Spanish (in spanish). I told the truth and said “not even a little” which had no effect–she kept on talking and took off my helmet, fixed my scarf, and re-dresed me. Apparently I was scarfing all wrong. Thanks Senora!
Bike gets a well earned coffee break.
Thumb. Face. Bike. Cyclin selfie to prove I rode 30 sub 30.
Mean while these lovely ladies had a reunion without me. Miss you all!
Lovely tiny Spanish town at the end of my ride.
Frost in the Pyrenees
View from the heights of the iron cross.
Tiny Spanish town on the way to Ponferrada
The road to Ponferrada
Ponferrada, castle of the Knights Templar
Enrique with the magic green bag on the way to
So greatfull to these goofballs for hosting me for Christmas. Love my Spanish Family so much!
Showed up at the airport at 7am, starving and found only one place open. Mas Q Menos–better than nothing.
My first view of Morocco form the train. Looks like home!
These two goofballs loved running through Marrakech barefoot, cuz they’re basasses. Or really stupid. It’s a fine line.
You know you’ve found your travel buddy when he all he wants to do is rent bicycles to go find the local cemetery and check out WWII graves. We also listen to all of the same podcasts. Of course I then ran him down on a bike in front of his entire extended family who just happened to be in town at the same time.
Pizaz! Great graffiti, exciting car.
Awesome mystery meat kabobs in old town.
“I’ll make you an offer you can’t refuse.” Sorry dude, the leaf behind the ear undercuts your intimidation.
One of thousands of cats in Marrakech that came to beg and then checkout our bikes.
This is why you always bring your own mechanic–metal shavings in your bottom bracket are never a good sign.
Stairway to Nowhere/ Really Fancy Urinal
While in Spain, Mary pointed out so many beautiful storks nests on church steeples, but no storks. Turns out they were all in Morocco.
Fernando chills out with Luke.
View of the Mosque from the roof.
Antoine and I had the bright idea to go camping in the desert solo, but realized we needed warmer clothes. Good thing we found such styling hats.
Look at how fashionable we all are at 2am in the bus station.
Playground on the way to Merzouga. You know you’ve made life long friends when they watch you vomit up bile for an hour on the bus and then still swing with you when you make a pitstop.
Egg and bread, Morocco style!
Spent some time chilling with Antoine in the Sahara. Crepes every AM for breakfast.
Dunes and shadows.
“Babe! make me look cool! Check out this flag I found!”
Doofus in the Dunes
Made it halfway to Algeria before figuring we had a better chance of survival by heading back to camp.
Finishing the Hobbit on a dune.
Chillin with Leonard the Snow Trooper.
All the rocks i picked up while walking that I had to leave behind because they were too heavy to cary home.
Arguing over crepes.
Ditched the desert for the glamor of Fes, got to crash in this beautiful hostel.
Making crepes with Noellia in the Hostel.
Got adopted by a lovley Moroccan family who fed me and renamed me Aisha.
Nouha hanging out on the hill.
Karima and Merwah chillin on the roof.
Chillin with Merwah and playing makeup. That line around my mouth? Yeah that’s lipstick.
Teaching Merwah to headbang to Led Zeppelin.
Crashed on the floor after an epic dance party.
“Maquillage?” Merwah rips my bag apart in earch of makeup. Jokes on you kid, aint nobody got time for that.
She settles for my flashlights instead.
Monumets outside of Fes.
Yes it is cold enough to wear sweaters here.
“But Nouha, lets go over there!”
Riding in Ifran.
Chatting with the neighbors.
View of the house.
Mine and Nouha’s room.
The black magic river where you can throw dead chickens and have wishes granted.
Black Panthers Grafitti in Fes.
Woke up to see that Antoine had whatsapped–he bought a dejeballa. Lookin super fly sir.
And he bought a donkey named Fajita. The two of them are currently somewhere along the Algerian border. Good luck sirs!
Great Public Service announcement on the train.
Super scant. Super disorganized. Great time! Much love and thanks to everyone I met along the way!