Stuck in Paradise

When we disembarked in Tarifa and found out that we would be stuck there for most of the day I was upset.  I didn't know a thing about the own and we would have to find something to keep ourselves entertained.  

We started by walking out of the Port and wandewr into what seemed like a small sleepy town where we found out the Mayor's name was the same as my father.  We laughed uncontrollably which changed the tone of the rest of the day. 

Walking through the town we quickly realized that something was up and that this was no ordinary place.  It turns out Tarifa is the wind surfing capital of Europe and as we walked the beach, killing time until the only bus to Madrid arrived at 3pm, I saw the most magnificent sight.

The beach was littered with windsurfers riding their kites across the crystal sea.  The view was breath taking with the African coast to one side and the Spanish mountains to the other, littered with tiny wind turbines for collecting natural electricity. 

The wind was crisp, being that it was well into November, but the surfer's didn't mind and rode the wind like chariots.