For the first time in months Connie is seated to my left. We’ve turned in the rental car and are traveling by bus through endless fields of sunflowers guarded by hundreds of wind turbines from Cadiz to Tarifa.
Passport control for the ferry to Tangier is chaotic. No one knows what to do and some people spend the entire crossing waiting in line to have their passports stamped. When our turn came they stamped our brand new passports on the last page. So amazingly African!
Tangier is a popular day trip from Spain and, sadly, the only place in Morocco most visitors see. Hotel Rembrandt where we stayed was once one of the jet-setter haunts back in the 40s and 50s but has fallen on hard times since. Connie, who was here 20-some years ago as a day-tripping touron, remembers it as the ultimate tourist trap and recommends we spend the night then skedaddle to somewhere more authentic.