People often ask me what Algeciras is like. They have romantic notions of a beautiful, seaside village beside the Mediterranean. The truth is closer to a seedy, overgrown port town with a colorful history but a grey personality. It is so hard to describe. But the truth of the place reveals itself in the details.
Algeciras is the kind of place where the city hangs baskets of plastic flowers with turquoise leaves on the lamp posts, but doesn’t fix the lights.
Monday and Wednesday are both holidays in Spain. So why work Tuesday? That makes for a five-day long weekend that we just had to take advantage of. We will be internet free until Wednesday so excuse our cyber-absence. But yesterday was Rogelio’s 43 birthday and there are tales to be told.
Tune in next week and you’ll find out how I torture my in-laws with crazy cakes and my seating challenged living room.