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To Spain
and Back in a Whirlwind While we
did not pack everything and the kitchen sink (and some people do as this
picture of the loading dock does suggest!). we were displacing quite a
load of belongings- turtle fashion (it all fits on the back!).
As we walked off the boat, leaving Morocco behind us, the feeling was immediate- an odd sense of freedom and relief, the liberating sensation that no one was staring at us anymore! We immediately reveled in this new found anonymity. Goodness does it feel right to be one amongst many, just another face in the crowd. Leo and his relatives may well have felt this way when walking off their boat, leaving the persecutions of Granada behind them.
After Algecirias,
it was a quick bus ride to Marbella- the famed beach resort where we rested
our travel-tired selves, wrapped in the comforting noises of waves crashing
on endless expanses of white sand...
In the shadows above the typically Muslim door, hides a Virgin Mary. After a long walk along the beach and through the old town, we headed on to our next stop: Granada- Leo's birthplace. We climbed the hill leading to the Red Palace ( Al Hambra), looking out onto the sprawling city, searching for Leo's house (or what could have been his house). Our eyes and hopes set on an old Moorish mansion- converted into a convent since! (See Leo-Granada for more)
We were back in our Rabati beds at 4 AM- 20 hours of travel isn't so bad, provided you alternate means of transportation! Boats, trains and automobiles... |