I spent a sweaty month in the tiny Andalucian town of Maro, drinking wine on my rooftop and occasionally making somewhat earnest attempts at going to beach yoga. I drank a lot of wine on my yoga mat soooo…same, same. I became a regular at the local bar and Friday night Flamenco, I even learned a bit of Spanish, which, after many wines could just have been French with a twist. From Maro I travelled around the south and over to Tangier.
Travelogue and Guide coming soon! In the meantime scroll down for photos.