Que Será, Será: The One Where We Went to Africa

Thankfully the Spaniards are pretty serious about their religious holidays, so I ended up having a 5 day weekend. So, logically, we went to AFRICA!

That's right. Africa. More specifically, we went to Morocco, but still, AFRICA! I never imagined I would have the opportunity to go there, so this weekend was a dream come true. We took the easy way out and booked a trip through a company called We Love Spain, and it was probably the best decision we could have made. Everything was taken care of and planned out for us, including all of our meals and excursions.

The first destination on our trip was Gibraltar. Who knew Gibraltar was actually a country? Not us, that's for sure. It's so small that you have to cross the airport runway to get into the country. It was slightly unimpressive in general, except for one little thing in particular. Did I say little? I meant HUGE.

There she is, folks. The Rock of Gibraltar. How many of you have actually seen it in person?

After leaving Gibraltar, we hopped on the bus again to Algeciras, where we caught our ferry across the Straight of Gibraltar to Ceuta, a Spanish city in northern Africa. From there, we crossed the border into Morocco. Our first impression? Well, it was cool to say we were in Africa, but it was dark, so we didn't see anything...

After crossing into Morocco, we made our way to M'diq, a cute little fishing village.

Love the all-white buildings

Right outside our beachfront hotel

Happy to be near the Mediterranean

We had a nice dinner, a glass of wine, and then passed out from exhaustion. We woke up bright and early the next morning, had breakfast, snapped some pictures, and off we went. Next stop in Morocco: Chefchaouen.

Chefchaouen is now one of my favorite places. It's a quaint little village tucked high up in the Rif Mountains. Doors, walls, homes, and even streets are painted sky blue to keep the insects away. It. Was. Beautiful. Here are the pictures to prove it:

We had our very own Moroccan guide to show us the city!

There is blue everywhere you look!

Our next stop was the city of Tetouan, which was not my favorite, but interesting nonetheless. We went into the Medina, the old city center, and walked through street after street of people selling everything from fruit to old cassette tapes.

After a long day of touring, we made our way to Tangiers to our second hotel. There was a fantasy dinner planned for us and for the other hotel guests, so while we ate dinner, we were entertained by a Moroccan band, child acrobats, a man who played with fire, an African dancer, and last but not least, a belly dancer. That was it. Nothing exciting.

JUST KIDDING! The most interesting part of the trip happened during this fantasy dinner. Patrick was the"lucky" guy who was picked by the belly dancer to go up on stage. The next thing he knew, she took his shirt off and dressed him up in a hot pink top and long skirt. Well, being the good sport he is, Patrick worked the crowd as he spun around, shook his hips and stomach, and even threw in a few jumps. The crowd loved him, and I don't think I've ever laughed so hard in my life. Here are some pictures for your viewing pleasure: