The end of our time in Spain, and travel to Morocco

We had some fun at the end of our time in Spain, my parents were with us and we went on some adventures.
First, we went on the "Caminito del Rey", a 7 km path that goes through a narrow river gorge. Up until 2010, it was called the most dangerous path on Earth, because it was an old path with no railing between you and the canyon far below. They have redone it, but you can still see remnants of the old path. For a terrifying YouTube video, search "Caminito del Rey 2010" and watch a video by "videotekandote". If I had seen this before we went, I may have chickened out! But it is much safer now, and quite beautiful.




We then took a day trip to Seville, and only scratched the surface....


While there, we saw a pigeon with string wrapped tightly around it's feet, so Jeff caught him and I removed it - my first "surgery" in Spain! It's hard to see the bird in the photo, but he is there. I think locals probably thought we were crazy for trying to help a pigeon.
We also had some fun exploring some small villages in Spain, it is stunning how much history is hidden in little corners. We explored Roman ruins of an old villa, nobody else there but some cats and lizards
Our trip to get to Morocco was quite an adventure. We took a 3 hour train ride to the ferry, and met a darling young lady named Marina who was quite smitten with the boys
When we got to the ferry terminal, we learned that the port we wanted to arrive at was closed. Trying to get tickets to the other port was madness, and people were screaming at each other. We finally got tickets for the 4:00 ferry, and hurried to the dock at 3:45, so happy we made it. We boarded around 4:15, but the boat didn't leave until after 7:00! Moroccan passport control was no laughing matter, I had to prove that Amonte was my son (luckily I was prepared for that).
The crossing took about 90 minutes, it is so cool that you can take a boat from Europe to Africa! Here is a photo of Teo with Gibraltar in the background
We then had an hour taxi ride to Tangiers, which was wilder than any roller coaster. Since our hostel was in the old casbah, the taxi couldn't go that far, so we were lugging our bags through dark, narrow alleys at 10 pm, trying to find the place. Luckily we found it and settled in. That trip definitely made us realize we weren't in Kansas anymore.

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