So we hopped in the Seat ass-early in the morning and headed as far south on the continent as we could: Tarifa. It's the mouth of the Strait of Gibraltar (incidentally, mere miles from the Rock itself), the point where the Mediterranean meets the Atlantic, and windsurfing and kitesurfing capital of Spain. And home of the most magnificent fucking sunrise ever. Ooh, and that's Africa off on the right. freakin' AFRICA!
Considering it's almost midnight and we left around 7:30 this morning, I'm exhausted. Destroyed. ¡Muy consado! Just enough energy to download photos and check email.
I'll get back on the computer after a few (or many) drinkies.