0089 The Moors’ last Stand (Spa 002—revisit)

I arrived in Algeciras before dawn and decided to head straight to Tarifa to see an old friend--a Mexican fellow married to a Spaniard.  Took a bus on a twisty road under the shadow of hundreds of giant windmills (not the Don Quixote type, unfortunately).  There location is no coincidence--Tarifa is a very windy city--in fact, it's rumored that the wind makes some people go crazy in this town!

After hanging out with Lino and his family and catching up on the last 8 years of our lives, I headed out to explore the old city--a mixture of Moorish and Spanish influences and a place of great historical significance in the war between the Spaniards and the Moors.  This is where Two Worlds met and fought each other numerous times...

The castle itself is quite impressive and the alleyways are pretty cool--although not quite as lively as a Moroccan medina...

So I wandered about a bit--soaking in its history... and then climbed aboard  a ferry to cross the choppy seas to the Great Continent of Africa...