You’re going to crave slow roasted chicken, beef, or lamb tajines on the rooftops overlooking Morocco, the fresh and perfectly seasoned roasted vegetables, and the happiness of knowing that while Calvin is blogging, he’s not eating, so there’s more to go around… The warm, fresh bread that came out with every meal, [...]
Archive for the ‘Winter 2011: Spain, Gibraltar, Morocco, Portugal’ Category
You’re Going to Crave It…
Friday, January 20th, 2012Running into Gerard Butler…again
Wednesday, January 4th, 20121st time is happenstance, 2nd time is coincidence… Let it be known that Gerard Butler now reads this blog, and I quote from June (left in photo): “It was funny how he mentioned he had read The Monsoon Diaries, because he kept saying how he usually doesn’t look into these things that mention him. I also mentioned [...]
You’re going to miss it…
Wednesday, January 4th, 2012You’re going to miss the freedom of wandering, the days that begun with nothing to expect, the trust in what’s around the corner, the feeling of wanderlust, the time when you were free to do anything that you wanted. You’re going to miss rambling about the traffic-free streets of Las Ramblas, the [...]
12 hours in Lisbon
Tuesday, January 3rd, 2012In Portugal I harnessed the sun in the palm of my hand… – At time of posting in New York City, Central Park, it was 21.2 °F – Humidity: 39% | Wind Speed: 7km/hr | Cloud Cover: n/a
It’s Not A Competition!!!
Monday, January 2nd, 2012Calvin is kicking kicked my ass in the blogging department!! But BOY do I have some great excuses for that! I brought the wrong charger to my netbook. Whoops. Calvin travels with all the force of a great Monsoon. Zzzz, so tired. I’m sick. Sleeping in trains, train stations, and cold places in general is not a [...]
Gerard Butler is in Marrakech
Monday, January 2nd, 2012Usually I would resort to these titles to grab your attention, but if you look at the picture above, you’ll see it’s more than a gimmick. It’s for real: 5 minutes ago we ran into Gerard Butler in the maze of souks within the Marrakech medina. Being born, raised and having lived in Manhattan for [...]
New Year’s in Marrakesh
Monday, January 2nd, 2012Sunset over Marrakesh Marrakesh… …is a name of a song from my childhood. A nine letter word that existed only as melodies of an ATB track from the days of high school. Not until now could I attribute it to an actual place on Earth, in a sliver of land named Morocco. And not until [...]
Fantastically Fez
Sunday, January 1st, 2012Yiru like heads. We ended up fixing our mistake and putting ourselves back on track. From Kenitra, we got on the 6:35am train heading to Fez, and got off 2 hours later at 8:30am. Fez train station Leaving the station That was when Lonely Planet fails us again. It said that there would be [...]
From Spain to Morocco
Sunday, January 1st, 2012A few minutes after crossing back in and out of Gibraltar, we took a relatively cheap (2.15 euros) 30min bus ride from La Linea de Concepcion (Spain’s border town by Gibraltar) to the Spanish port town of Algeciras. There’s really nothing much to see here. But the whole point of this place is to take [...]
“Welcome to the Rock.”
Saturday, December 31st, 2011Let’s backtrack to Gibraltar. It’s a symbol of arbitrary lines. A country within a country. The U.K. owned Gibraltar lies in a small sliver of southern Spain where for a moment, you can hop over to a different country and back by simply walking over some line and flashing a passport. No queues. No stamps. [...]
