We were all pretty fried when we left Morocco. Both by the sun and by the constant hustle. At the airport we cooled our already slushy minds with Moroccan beer and ate really terrible calzones. I still cannot figure out how Morocco has not one, but two breweries. After some naps, a flight delay, and more naps we arrived back in Barcelona.
It was near midnight by the time we got to our new Air BnB. We met our host at the bar where he worked and had some cold ones on the house.
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| Jackson getting screen time in the dining room |
The apartment was in El Gotic which is where a lot of skaters and younger people live. A couple blocks away is the Barcelona Museum of Modern Art [MACBA] which doubles as a popular skate spot. Our apartment was in an old building with high ceilings and was surrounded by a vibrant neighborhood. We spent a good amount of time enjoying this neighborhood and resting our travel legs.
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| Conversations in Spanish |
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| Kasia doll |
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| Conversations in Spanish on reflection |
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| Eliyahu; journalist; correspondent; dingus |
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| Carlos on the laundry ledge |
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