It has been too waaaaay long since my last post! This is mainly because of the surprising lack of internet cafes and to boot the speed of our travels.
Since my last post we have travelled to Morocco where we met up with Jess and Christina, back to Spain, through to France where we met Robyn and Zak, and are now in Italy with crazy ass Mima.
We are still having a brilliant time, absolutely love Europe, and have gone way over budget in doing so! We will claw it back along the line...we hope. The shopping is fantastic, particularly in France and Italy, which has damaged the coffers... not to mention the three football games and merchandise to boot that Andy has coughed up for! Got to do it though. When in Rome...
Andy particularly loves Italy, as you all know, and is currently considering a tattoo to signify his love for his team, AS Roma. Lucky we have Mima, the tattoo guru with us to design it with. We don't however like the look of our local tattooist who has a weird poster of himself with glowing green eyes and bad tattoos out front...may have to wait for NZ.
We picked up our beautiful Peugeot in France and have already put about 3,600 k on the clock, zooming down the toll roads at ridiculous speeds that one would never sanely attempt on NZ roads that put chills up poor Robyn's spine. Any other driver than Andy I would protest but he never takes it beyond the conditions so I rest assured.
Morocco was beautiful, and if you have had a chance to check out our shots you will already know this. It is one of those places you go snap mad as everything is so different to what you know but is also finished with an artisans touch. I also found this in Venice which was the most beautiful city I have seen yet. It becomes impossible to put the lens cap on and just relax as its all so framable!
My favourite place of the towns we visited in Morocco was Chefchaouen. It reminds me of a a typical cobblestone Greek town, but instead of white its painted an equally tranquil sky blue, adorned with rich silk fabrics in reds and oranges and dropped in the foothills of the North African Rif Mountains. After the chaos of Marrakesh and its tourist trade soured markets at 50 degree temperatures it was pure bliss to melt into this cool (er) mountain town and laze the week away.
There our days consisted of lounging in cafes and at our second home, Antonio's, sipping on Moroccan mint tea, reading great books, chatting to other travellers and as always playing cards.
I went to a Turkish Haman, where for about $20 NZ I had a full one hour treatment that completely stripped my tan back to a NZ winter skin! Its composed of the five stages: 1. the sauna, or as they say the seasoning of the body with heat, 2. Vigorous massage, 3. Peeling off the outer layers of the skin, ( and yes, this is as gross as you imagine!) 4. Soaping, and 5. Relaxation.
This was all performed on me by a strong little old lady with the most perfect skin, wearing nothing but her bikini bottoms on the bare ground in front of everyone in the spa. Afterwards the outside temperature of 35 degrees was actually cold to me and I had to sit on an orange juice for about 30 mins to regain my senses! Fantastic.
Would love to do it again right now actually as its exactly what I need with this never ending cold...argh, sniffle, wheeze. xx
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