We left Morocco this morning to catch a 35 Euro ferry across to Tarifa, Spain. We weren't hassled at either port and got our visa stamps without question. I will miss Moroccan officials, I hope there are other countries where the cops are just as awesome...
In Tarifa things got a bit confusing, we weren't quite sure where the bus station would be to take us to Malaga where we have a plane for the next day to Barcelona. We found out there are two stations and one supposedly bigger and better, but upon arrival (and after backtracking to get to said better station) we see it's the tiniest station that could possibly still be called a station and here I wait while Jake treks to the other one to find out if we are actually in the right place.
Sitting here, I'm watching a couple outside, perfect golden skin, dark hair, matching eachother in persona. I envy them as they look so cool and comfortable together, affectionately huddled, and not looking the least bit out of their element. They're idly waiting for their next bus, but seem to have everything in order and under control. I envy them because that is much how I anticipated this trip. Jake and I share a friendly affection for eachother and it would be nice to have more of a camaraderie since we also have a deep admiration for one another's accomplishments and our passions equal (especially about traveling obviously). But it has not been so smooth since we left, and it feels there's more tension and apprehension than unification. We have our moments, and luckily similar tastes in food and drink that tends to be what binds us the majority of the time. But there's still a sense of getting to know eachother that maybe a spontaneous unplanned trip was not the best idea for just the two of us. Perhaps if more came along with us, or we had gone somewhere we had been before, or if we just planned and coordinated pre-departure better, things might be as cool and smooth as the couple outside. But we've only been here a month and it seems neither of us are super crazy about North Africa, so maybe when we finally venture south and especially the Ethiopia part we're both highly anticipating, things will be better and flow easier.
Until then, it's espresso and baguettes and trying not to strangle eachother while sleeping...
In Tarifa things got a bit confusing, we weren't quite sure where the bus station would be to take us to Malaga where we have a plane for the next day to Barcelona. We found out there are two stations and one supposedly bigger and better, but upon arrival (and after backtracking to get to said better station) we see it's the tiniest station that could possibly still be called a station and here I wait while Jake treks to the other one to find out if we are actually in the right place.
Sitting here, I'm watching a couple outside, perfect golden skin, dark hair, matching eachother in persona. I envy them as they look so cool and comfortable together, affectionately huddled, and not looking the least bit out of their element. They're idly waiting for their next bus, but seem to have everything in order and under control. I envy them because that is much how I anticipated this trip. Jake and I share a friendly affection for eachother and it would be nice to have more of a camaraderie since we also have a deep admiration for one another's accomplishments and our passions equal (especially about traveling obviously). But it has not been so smooth since we left, and it feels there's more tension and apprehension than unification. We have our moments, and luckily similar tastes in food and drink that tends to be what binds us the majority of the time. But there's still a sense of getting to know eachother that maybe a spontaneous unplanned trip was not the best idea for just the two of us. Perhaps if more came along with us, or we had gone somewhere we had been before, or if we just planned and coordinated pre-departure better, things might be as cool and smooth as the couple outside. But we've only been here a month and it seems neither of us are super crazy about North Africa, so maybe when we finally venture south and especially the Ethiopia part we're both highly anticipating, things will be better and flow easier.
Until then, it's espresso and baguettes and trying not to strangle eachother while sleeping...
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