Sporocco!

     Since our Spring Break is only 3 weeks away, we decided it was finally time to start planning what we should do. Our initial reaction was to go to Italy, but that would have been too easy. We can go to Italy at any time in our lives. We needed something that would sound incredibly unappealing to us at an old age, and be dangerous at the same time. We came up with this: Fly to Marrakech, Morocco and then work our way back up through Morocco, take a ferry across the Straight of Gibralter, and then hostel our way back from Sevilla to Valencia to Barca, and then take an overnight train to Paris just in time for classes to start.
      This will essentially be a rages to riches story because we will be going from Paris, where we feel poor 24/7, to a country where the exchange rate is in our favor. Three hour bus rides cost about $10, a feat that would not be possible in the U.S. and hostels that rival 4 star hotels cost only a measly $8.
     I'm excited for the trip, but also understand the potential for trouble. Maybe that's what makes it so appealing, or maybe its just that I crave adventure at this time in my life. I want a story to tell and I think that this trip is exactly what I need.
     So there you have it: (Spain+Morocco=) SPOROCCO, the craziest spring break I will probably ever have.