Day 87, 29 September 2012, Ole! Sevilla, Spain - Reasonably late start today, even by Spanish standards - on the road to Sevilla by 1 pm. Cracking roads, the autovia charged almost €13 for the return trip - worth every penny. Seville is one of those words that just contains the "ole" of Spain - we say Seville, all prim and proper. The say Sevill-ya! (ok.... still spelled Sevilla) and it sounds Exciting!!! First stop, and we knew it was going to be good beca...

Day 86, 28 September 2012, Jerez de la Frontera - What a day. Having brought winter to Spain and with rain pattering down and the air quite cold we bundled up for an adventure to the next town, Jerez (pronounced "Hea-reth"). Huge day - memory notes - imagine a gorgeous white horse pulling an antique carriage. After his dance show he gets hungry and pulls up at a tapas bar in the flamenco district. Has a few glasses of Manzanilla at a mere €1 per glass and s...

Day 85, 27 September 2012, Dress up day, Arcos de la Frontera - Not Sevilla. When we woke up at 8 am after the best night´s rest in almost three months, it was so dark we almost rolled over and went back to sleep. But having checked the time we thought we should check the status of the Sevilla adventure - departure slated for 10 am (hideously early start). One look out the window confirmed that not only was Sevilla postponed for the day, it may well have wash...

Day 84, 26 September 2012, Feria de San Miguel, Arcos de la Frontera - We are truly on Spanish time now. By the time we were dressed and ready to roll it was onwards of 1 pm... We explored the local shops including a cheese store so ripe it was about to pop. The sun being well and truly up (apparently - we´ve brought heavy cloud cover and rain to the South of Spain...) we popped into a bar in a cave. 2000 odd years ago it was a hidden Synagogue and jews sough...

Day 83, 25 September 2012. Ferry to Tarifa, Spain, bus to Jerez de la Frontera, car (courtesy of our lovely friend Carmen) to one of the white villages, or Pueblos Blancos - Arcos de la Frontera. What a day! We farewelled Tangier as we walked to the ferry terminal. Dark clouds were backlit by a lightening sky and tiny fishing boats were motionless at the port (yesterday´s cover photo). The ferry ride was uneventful, thankfully, though we did meet a fellow tr...