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Barcelona. The weather, the pace, the beach, the whole scene makes me think of southern california. We walked down to the beach from our hostel off Las Ramblas. Tons of people were surfing, windsurfing, hanging on the beach with a 40, a dog, or a guitar. THIS IS MY KIND OF PLACE. The drowned rats I could do without, but you take the bad with the good, right? Communicating in Spain is much easier than in France - I actually understand what is going on. I’m still pretty intimidated to speak spanish to the spanish speakers, especially when I have to start the conversation.
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Our voyage to Tangier (the Moroccan port city) from Algecieras, Spain was long and tiring.

To start, we took an overnight train from Barcelona to Algecieras. Kyle, Scot, and I slept in a cabin with a Moroccan man who laughed at Scot when he mentioned we were going to Morocco. The he says “They will cut off your head and put it in coos-coos!” WHAT?!
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Hey! It's 4 am! Let's go to FRANCE! Upon arriving into Paris Beaveux airport, Scot and I enjoyed our supposed final cigarette. The first ... [Continue reading this entry]

Aunt Angela picked us up at 8:30 pm from the train station. She was exactly out of Mrs. Doubtfire... "Ohhh, that's lovely dear!" She offered us a smoke and dropped us off at our temporary paradise for the evening. She ... [Continue reading this entry]

It was just getting dark. I had an immediate creepy vibe from the island. It felt barren, cold, and wet. We kept hearing these creepy birds like from some scary forest scene of a disney movie... Cccaw Cccaaw... amidst the ... [Continue reading this entry]