Category Archives: Photography for fun

Madrid, and heading home

We are at the Madrid airport in the Neptuno lounge, waiting an hour for our flight to begin boarding.

While this holiday has not been without its challenges, this trip has done exactly what it was supposed to do: help me leave behind some daily cares for a while, be a time of friendship and camaraderie, and give me even more understanding of Morocco (and more reasons to return).

The challenges have included no luggage (found only as we were leaving Tangier) and a lingering touch of The Portuguese Revenge from the local water in Fès.

But the joys!–

  • the blue of Chefchaouen
  • that camel ride
  • several memorable meals
  • talking with locals
  • the corniche in Tangier
  • Volubilis
  • Kevin’s glee at buying spices at the market in Meknes
  • the medina in Fès
  • attentive staff at riads and hotels
  • medicine delivered to the hotel
  • sights and sounds and scents (and smells) to fill a lifetime

Some of my favorite photos from the past ten days:

Tangier: Sunday street scenes

But first, a video update:

I’m calling the stomach malady “The Portuguese Revenge.”

How I loved seeing this flag today!

I attended on Sunday the weekly Eucharist at St. Andrew’s Church, Tangier.  And that’s pretty much all I did except for walk back toward the hotel.

At the hotel.

Fès to Tangier: scenes from the day

Saturday evening in Tangier.  We are safely back at the Hilton near the beach, adjacent to the train station.

I’m beat.  Tonight makes six different beds in eight nights, including an overnight transatlantic crossing.  My tummy was a bit of a mess this afternoon, but seems better now.

And no luggage, nor no word of luggage.

But I shall persevere.

The drive from Fès to Tangier was on the high-speed tollway.  We drove west toward Rabat, and then north to Tangier.  Agricultural foothills of the Mid-Atlas mountains gave way to the red clay hills of western Morocco, and green plants to scrappy shrubs and rare views of cattle, but still sheep.  Those working the land in the west have a harder time of it. Rivers are really streams, but closer to the ocean, one can see the flood plains where waters do at times stretch and flow.  The coastal temperature is much more moderate than that inland; 140 km makes a difference when the Atlantic is nearby!