Reclining Nude with an occasional aroma of cattle

Trip Start Dec 28, 2009
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Trip End Jan 19, 2010


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Sunday, January 24, 2010

 Leaving Essaouira was certainly an adventure in it self. We boarded our first bus with destination Marrakesh. Our bags now filled with treasures and gifts from all the places we've visited. Josh even managed to buy a very stylish man bag in brown leather in which we both thought he would look, very Euro in on the streets of Encinitas. This fabulous looking bag however smelled like cattle and dirt. “Ah, it will soon go away he assured me; Just embrace the smell M".

Our final destination, Malagá, was  of no less than four buses, one overnight train, three taxi rides and one boat ride away. It was long. But the only thing that is for sure in life is that nothing will go as you planned... As we have settled in on our 9 hour sleeper train (the most comfortable beds since we left my mom's house in Spain!), both of us sleeping deep, a loud bang and a voice in French yells; fdklsdkskl fkdsldksf ddksljkdk

For you whom doesn't speak French; that meant that due to the heavy rain fall we all need to get off the train and get on a bus that will take us to Tanger. I looked at my watch, the time showed 2.05 am.  Oh, and he continues, "What iiis that smell?" (yeah, that really nice bag, remember).

Shows that the train tracks had been flooded and now bus was our only choice. With heavy eyelids and un-brushed hair we trotted after the conductor whom lead us to our next transportation. About 15 hours later we were showered and dressed for success walking the streets of lovely Malagá in Spain. I had saved one pair of clean socks and unrolled a dress my mom got me in Spain. A little wrinkly, but hey it felt good to be neat and clean again. Josh, looking stylish in linen pants, the stinky man bag and the one last shirt, saved for this particular occasion. Our sweaty money belts were left somewhere in the room along with our dirty hiking shoes and by now, well used scarves.

We indulged in the Spanish kitchen, eating everything from jamón and tortilla to mejillones and gambas píl píl. Walked up to the Alcazaba snapping pictures of the city from above. Went shoe shopping for Joshuas big feet and laughed at the clerks faces as he in broken Spannish asked to try a talla 46 (size 12 US) and admired "the bader", "Woman with hat", "Reclining Nude with glass", "Reclining Nude with harp" and many, many more of Picasso's paintings at the Museo de Picasso. All this with an occasional wif of cattle and dirt; Even in our clean clothes here in Spain, Morocco was still with us ;)

One and a half day later, three bags (one more than when we left the US due to present shopping) were checked onto Air Europa heading west. One last bocadillo con jamon y queso was consumed and a few sprays of tax free cologne was sprayed over the man bag before we boarded. In Paris the Spanish flight attendants were traded for ladies with an American accent and just like that, sangria was traded for Diet Coke, Hola became Hiiiiii there darlin' and smoking was Not Allowed.


Our trip has come to an end and I am fortunate to come back to an amazing view of the Pacific. Life is quite perfect here; sunshine (almost always), Yoga classes around the clock, walking distance to work and the beach..... A great place to come back to. But the blood running trough my veins are the blood of a true Vagabond. I would be happy waking up in another city every day, crossing borders, tasting foregin foods and hearing new languages being spoken on large squares and in small cafes.


Exploring the world is so incredible exciting to me, just the thought of booking my next ticket makes me feel like I'm in LOve again. you know that warm, tickling and butterflies-in-the-stomach-feeling! Yeah, just like that, you all know the feeling, you've all been there. Daydreaming, being overly sensible at a romantic comedy, not being able to eat because all you can think of is that special someone... My special someone is my next Destination. So watch out MOther Earth, soon I'll be out there again, exploring every little corner of yours!!!!

Thank you all for being a part of this adventure and stay tune for the next one.

Peace Love N Gratitude



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