Back in Spain

Spain was a dream, and a much needed rest after three months in Morocco.


After a short ferry ride over the straight of Gibraltar, we found ourselves in the windy city of Tarifa. Maybe it was the re-entry buzz, but I found Tarifa to be no less magical than Santiago’s description in The Alchemist.

“It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting, he thought, as he looked again at the position of the sun, and he hurried his pace. He had suddenly remembered that, in Tarifa, there was an old woman who interpreted dreams.” -The Alchemist

The air smelled of sea breeze and fresh laundry, wind-surfers dotted the crystal blue water with a rainbow of kites, and Spanish kindness and culture assured us that everything was right in the world again.


Like Santiago, I walked the quaint streets and viewed Africa in the distance from atop the ancient city walls.

A week passed in what seemed like an instant, and we traveled up to Sierra Elviera, Grenada for anther workaway experience.

We volunteered at a community called the Fundación Escuela de Solidaridad for two weeks, living in a community house with volunteers from Argentina, France, Italy, Spain, and the States. The Fundación is home to struggling families and single parents, and helps them get back on their feet. The best part were the volunteers we befriended, and how the majority of people spoke only Spanish or just a little English so it great to get out of my comfort zone and have to speak Spanish everyday.

Finally, we settled at last for a month in Almuñécar, a beautiful city on the Costa Del Sol. We rested, walked, caught up on school and work, visited the beach, and just enjoyed all the simple joys of life in Spain. Next, Italy. 🙂


Kat on the beach


hiking on the coast


Santa Semana processions under our flat