November 1 Tarifa

We were on the same wavelength (surprise) .  This may not be a Camino in the strict sense but it is working its magic in terms of feeing a different sense of time and space individually and together.

We lazed around, had a home cooked meal, drifting in and out of naps and reading and then finally around 2pm urged ourselves to go out.  And what a time we had !  

Right outside our apartment is a long boardwalk bu the ocean leading us straight to the bridge island where on one side is the Mediterranean and the other the Atlantic!  After our now daily walk of 7+ miles, we wandered the old town once again and had some tapas.  Craig had pork.  Another daily occurrence!  I had salmorejo and a salad with goat cheese.  And then home we walked to complete season 1 of The Man in the High Castle. 

Questions to look up:  

What is Spain’s immigration policy?

Are there still many mosques in Spain post Inquisition?

And even though we are following the daily rhythm of Spanish life, warinf after 8:30 and staying up, we wonder how the Spanish do it and still work and raise their children .  So much of life seemingly takes place in the social areas outside in the cafes, plazas, paseos.  

And then a reminder to write about the man from Venezuela we met and his story of fleeing his homeland to make a better life for his family. 

Our home away from home

A Camino marker!!!

Between the seas

Just a street in the old town