it reminded me a lot of the philippines.
definitely culture shock hit me a lot harder than it did with coming to spain.
come sunday we all were wishing we had more time to get to know tangier and explore the city.
i didn't take many pictures, as i somehow managed to fall UP a cliff and am now missing flaps of skin from 3 fingers, 2 knees, and a good chunk of my ego. perhaps kristen will be willing to share some of her fotos. girl was on a foto snapping craze.
my favorite part was getting lost and walking circles around the different outdoor markets. i didn't want to walk around zocco taking pictures b/c i'm sure we already stuck out enough.
cafe hafa is built on the side of a cliff overlooking the strait of gibraltar and we sat there drinking the most amazing cups of mint tea until the sunset. the atmosphere was chill - locals sat at tables playing cards, watching the water, and just enjoying life. words cannot express.
and though i'm not very eloquent, do know that the mint tea was touch yourself good.
here's kristen and shir ditching the tabeled area and moving their chairs to the very edge of the cliff. i kinda sat in the back b/c i'm clumsy.
when we first got to tangier, tim said something along the lines of "i can still be culturally sensitive and call this place a hell hole."
haha agreed! of course we were proven wrong in the end, which is definitely a good life lesson to learn.
personally, i believe there's a sense of greatness in every city, whether it be the history, the art, architecture, or even the people and sense of community. however, there's also an underbelly side to every city. we just happened to see the underbelly first...
in further travel news, we're leaving tomorrow night for our london/dublin/howth/liverpool trip. hopefully we'll get to meet up with jp in londres. back by may 1st!
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