Hasta Marruecos

I´ve pruned down my three months into a backpack and my brother and I are at an internet lab waiting for the next bus to Algeciras, from which we'll jump on a ferry to Tangiers. We've heard that Tangiers is more or less Tijuana, so we're hoping to spend the night a little further down the coast. But we will see what we can swing. From now on it's all uncharted. No reservations, no itinerary, no clear idea of what this country will hold for us. Just backpacks, phrasebooks, and a bundle of days.
For all the looking forward to my brother's arrival, I've hardly spent any time thinking about actually going to Morocco. Here comes the sheer adventure part.
We've spent the weekend skipping around Granada re-seeing in one weekend all that I've seen in a month. Tapas, hookah, the Albaicín, the Alhambra.... There are so many stories to tell in all that, and some staggering beauty slivered in photos. I hope to tell you and show you all some of that. But these stories will have to wait--over Christmas, for some of you, or maybe, for others, over a good American drip coffee, or a post-bar attempt at tapas in my living room in the spring.
For now, we are boarding a bus and heading towards the desert. Maybe there will be more posts from Morocco, or maybe none until Christmas. In any event, thanks so much for following my travels here thus far; I've enjoyed taking pictures with an eye towards showing them here, and appreciated feeling cared for by all of you who've read, followed, been here with me.
The pictures here are simply what I had uploaded previously--Cordoba. The last two are of the enormous Mezquita, a mosque built in the 10th-14th centuries and later rechristened as a Christian cathedral, as--lucky for us--the 16th century Christians didn't have the funds to tear it down and create a giant cathedral from scratch, as they did in Sevilla. But the mix is confounding. Huge triumphant angels guard the altar just 100 yards from the 99 names of Allah, here, in the final picture.