When waking up early is totally worth it!
Planning a trip to Spain? Don’t forget to add Sitges to your itinerary. This beautiful beach town has great restaurants, parties, an amazing hotel, and stunning sunrises. We couldn’t get enough of our room at @mesitgeshotel, the sea view, the décor, and the artistic touch made our stay an experience like no other.
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Having not planned to take a taxi to my accommodation, I carefully followed Google Maps on my phone and hollered to the driver when we were “close.”
I stepped out of the taxi to a dusty, run-down neighborhood on the far outskirts of the Fez Medina, lugging my rolling suitcase along the bumpy street.
It was almost 8pm and the streets were nearly deserted. Everyone home with their families ready to break today’s fast with the approach of sunset.
Out of nowhere, two young boys ran toward me, waving packs of tissues and offering a sale in Arabic while eyeing my iPhone.
I thanked them, but refused and kept my gaze straight ahead, ignoring their continued sales pitches until they turned a corner.
When I arrived to my accommodation, I felt like I’d stepped into a bit of a post-warzone. The street was rubble, littered with huge slabs of cement blocks. A barely-legible “British Language Academy” sign draped the front of a 4-story cement gray building.
Here it was. I was “home.”
I walked up the steps through an iron door with smashed glass panes, into a dark foyer, and up a couple flights to the school/apartment where I met the only other female volunteer who’d been assigned to show me the ropes.
I’d sleep in one large room containing three small beds (mine, broken in the middle), use a camping-style gas range to cook food, purchase drinking water in 5L bottles from the corner store, learn to tolerate cold-water showers, and always ensure I had my flip flops on because every-other-day cleaning service was never enough to keep the floors clean.
It was basic, but it would do.
We’ve had the loveliest day! 🧡 Gary’s grandad won first prize in the woodcarving 🏆, we petted the sheep 🐑, cuddled alllll the tiny puppies 🐶, admired the giant marrows (still don’t actually know what a marrow is 😂🙈), and I bought: six doughnuts, four paintings, three cheeses, two sausage rolls, and a jar of lemon curd. 🙌🏻🍂 #KatyGoesToYorkshire#LittleMissKatyTravels
There's just something about wine tasting in the fall 🍇🍂🍁
We stopped in about four tasting rooms and the vibe at Gorman Winery was on point. Wines with names like "The Devil You Know" "The Devil You Don't Know" and "The Bully" were edgy and oh so tasty 😋🍷
Before I start storytelling about Morocco 💁🏼♀️, let us not forget the adventure of my arrival.
I touched down at Fes’s modern airport and waited over an hour for a bus that was never coming bc #ramadan . 🤷🏼♀️
Luckily, (or unluckily😬) I found a group of 3 Czech travelers who I could strategize with to get into town. BUT came to find they were so cheap, that even after waiting an entire hour to no avail and being told multiple times the bus wasn’t coming, they STILL debated sharing a taxi because they were miffed about paying 10 dirham ($1) vs. the bus’s 4 (50 cents). #wtf 🙄🤦🏼♀️
SO...After encouraging the only girl in our group who knew French to actually USE it (French and Arabic are widely spoken in Morocco, FYI!), she was able to negotiate a rate with the taxi driver and we hopped in the back of a rickety old four-door. 🙌🏼
Off we went down a dirt road into the city, the street lined with loads of brown and dusty one-story buildings, old shops, small homes, and many, many men.
The absence of women was glaring.
Every car that chugged alongside us, full of men. People going about their business, walking down the street - nearly all men. Male shop owners chatting it up with customers - all of whom were men.
Where were the women...? 🤔
This was going to be interesting...
📸: Somewhere inside the Fez Medina.
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📢 New post with useful info to plan your visit to the east of Bali is now available on my blog!! This photo was taken in the beautiful water palace called Tirta Gangga. The link in my bio ⬆️ ⛲
P.S. There's also a Spanish version of the post on my blog 💃
Embobarme es algo que me pasa muy a menudo; admito que todavía me embobo viendo dibujos, mirando al infinito, observando nuevas ciudades y nuevos rostros pero en #Cappadocia fue abstracción total. Sentirte ahí, tan pequeñita, rodeada de globos de colores y un paisaje espectacular es algo que recordaré siempre. 🌏🎈🎈 Being fascinated by is something that happens to me often. I admit I still do it when watching cartoons, when looking at the horizon and when observing new cities and faces. However, Cappadocia allowed me to withdraw from reality. I felt so tiny surrounded by all those colourful balloons and flying with @royalballoon was an experience I will never forget.
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Той випадок, коли саме цікаве знаходиться "під носом", а ти шукаєш це десь далеко...👓🔍
Смішно, але ми спочатку обїздили всі сусідні від Пефкохорі поселення. Відправлялись в далекі екскурсії за новими враженням 🚍і навіть не уявляли, всю красу нашої локації. 😍
Звичайно "палець" де ми зупинилися зустрів нас сієстою. 💆Просто всім лінь працювати. Магазини закриті. Пешехідних переходів немає як і світлофорів. 🙉🙊🙈Всі п'ють фрапе (я на нього вже підсіла)☕🍡🍥 І оцінила древню грецьку звичку розбавляти вино водою. 🍷🍷🍷Цим відрізняється місцевий напій від інших.
Смак набагато легше і втомлює спрагу. Колись в Древній Греції та Римі так смакували вина, а хто не додавав води в вино, важали варварами.
І дійсно, від такого вина не сп'янієш, воно охолождує і легко, приємно п'ється. 👉Головне, це мають бути не міцні сорти вина. В червоне додається тепла вода, в біле- холодна.👍