Morocco: Departure

I have been on the road for seven days. I left while having a cold. I couldn't even moderate the big event that I had prepared for a long time.

The drive through France was impressive, as always. Everything is beautiful there. Even three-house villages are well-kept and everything is blue, white, and red. It could also be Brandenburg, only that Brandenburg seems emptier, perhaps a little more exhausted.

After three days of driving, it's time for a break. I went cycling in the northern Spanish desert, which looks like someone forgot a Western there. Uniquely beautiful. The light, the expanse, the distance – they also remind me that I often travel too far away from everything.

Yesterday, I stood on the beach, looking at the rock of Gibraltar. A great place. I already know it. I swam in the sea, then had a vegetable stir-fry with red wine – which Carlos gave me for free when I bought the ticket for the ferry to Morocco.