Written: [Tunis Carthage Airport] 12.30pm April 6th
And with one 'shukran' and a mispronounecd 'cappucin' I'm back in the Arab world again. "Sa'a kam law sama7t?". He tells me its 11.30am Algerian time and 12.30pm Tunis time. Yet again I feel strangely comfortable, even in North Africa which is not much like the other Arab countries I already know and love.After 2 weeks of thinking and talking in Spanish, it's hard to switch back to even the basic Arabic that I know but I feel I'm shifting back into the Arab frame of mind. Time to relax, have a laugh, share a few pleasantries and not take life too seriously - the latter coming easy for an Australian. And of Spain? A camera full of memories, a shitload of souvenirs and another heart full of longing. The food was mostly terrible, the coffee mostly excruiciatingly bad, but the people often friendly and always boisterous.
The marked differences between Spaniards and Italians were in my face the whole way. More funky, flamboyant, unrestricted and free. Barcelona was teeming with subcultures, lesbians, punks, goths, hippies, arty kids, lefties, preppies... the list goes on.
The cities did not have as much character in their streets as in Italy but their distinctions very much lay in the character of the people.
Labels: italy, people, spain, travel
posted by LX @ 11:40 AM
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