Our four day trip to Morocco failed because we couldn't bring our rental car to Morocco. Ever since mommy said we'd be going to Morocco about two weeks ago. I've had bad feelings about going to Morocco. I thought that Morocco would be like Egypt. Egypt was really dirty and the people would always be asking daddy for money.
There was a nasty surprise that awaited us at the ferry dock in Tarifa, Spain, that messed up our whole trip. The surprise was that we couldn't bring our rental car across to Morocco. Daddy knew that the rental car company wouldn't let us go outside the country with their car, but he hoped that the border control would let us cross anyway. At the dock, Daddy went to get information from the ticket people from both ferry companies while the rest of us unpacked the car. The guy that told us about the car was a really nice police man who could speak really good English. When daddy came back, he didn't talk much and he took the car to find a parking spot. When he came back to join us in line, the ferry we wanted to get on left.
We went to a bench to sit down to discus our options. Daddy told us we had two options: to pay for two rental cars and only use one, or pay for both ways on the ferry and just go to Morocco to get our passports stamped and get on the same ferry back to Spain. We chose the later and hopped on the next ferry to Morocco.
Boarding the ferry went unusually smooth for us despite the long lines. Once on the ferry there was little fuss over seating, and I got started on my extensive homework. Every one else didn't have homework except me. The ferry ride was quite long. I was distracted and listened to some fellow Americans next to us and tried to figure out which state they were from. I think they might be from New York. Also, I did my math homework.
At the ferry dock in Morocco, we got off the ferry. On our way to the ferry terminal, we turned around and were about to get our passports checked. The person who checked our passports when we got off the ferry also was checking us on the way back on to the ferry. He told us that we needed to get all the way into Morocco before getting back onto the ferry. So we had to go all the way trough the terminal and back again to the dock. On the way, daddy got asked for money by some guy who kind of told us which door to go through even though that door was the only door in the hall.
Back on the ferry, I started my language homework. I wanted to get it done because my language teacher is really strict. I saw someone win at one of the slot machines on the boat. The guy got handfuls of Euro coins. He was really lucky. On the three hour drive home really late at night, it was dark. I dozed off a lot and listened to Othello on Audible. Mommy and daddy had it on and I could hear it from where I sat.
I've had a bad feeling about going to Morocco, because I didn't want to go back to Africa. I'm glad we didn't stay long in Morocco because I thought it is probably like Egypt. Now that we're not in Morocco we can do more fun stuff now that we're in Spain. We decided to do the trip to Barcelona and Valencia instead.
By Kayley
Kayley--Cute dress and great smile. Spain obviously agrees with you! Thanks much for explaining Mia's reference to your bad trip to Morocco. Now we understand. : ))
ReplyDeleteI have a request. Mia's checking with the rest of you and putting together a list of things you may want to do on weekends while we're there. So, I'm hoping that you, Zander, and Sarah will put together a list of things that Gramps and I should be sure to see and do while we are there and you are in school. By now you should have a good idea of things you've liked and things you haven't like in Granada and its environs. So, if you send us the list of good things and rate them 1-5, with 5 being DO NOT MISS THIS, then we can do a little reading about them before we come. You'll have to get right on it though, so we have a chance to do our homework. We'd really appreciate the help.
Can't wait. We come in exactly two weeks!
much, much love, bippy