June 23 in Spain & Morocco

Yesterday I slept in until 9:00, knowing that we had nothing to do until we were picked up at 11:00. When I got up, we went downstairs to eat breakfast, that time at the hotel. I had the same meal as I had had the day before, but that time Baba managed to find me hot chocolate. This improved the meal. Afterwords, we packed. My bag was swollen from the amount of stuff squeezed into it. We took a cab to the ferry port, and we managed to board the ferry. Baba had us sit next to another boy a little younger than me and his relative ( I'm not sure how that guy was related to him). I mostly read on the trip. Half way through we saw the Rock of Gibraltar:

When we arrived in Morocco, we took a shuttle bus to another bus station. When our rude did not come, Baba had a series if over the phone conversations with various people in which only half the words were understandable. We ended up having to take a taxi to our hotel. From the taxi we could see a good amount of Moroccan countryside:

We rested at our hotel until dinner, when we set to dinner. Along the way a man tried to "help us" to find dinner and guide us. Baba ended up talking to him, and he proceeded to lead us to a Moroccan style restaurant. The food was okay, but I was busy worrying about how safe the water and fresh vegetables were, as well as being uncomfortable around this "guide" who was following us around. After dinner we walked back to the hotel. Baba ended up having to pay the man, but not much. Tired again, we went to sleep.

Someone was selling these chicks, who were squeaking and running around in the box.