I have ridden in 22 foreign countries but this is only the second one that deserves a RR. (The other was India.) We spent 13 memorable days in Feb 2016. (Better late than never.) We hired a guide and rented bikes from a company in Spain and did a private tour. This is a popular tour but our timing didn’t jibe with their regular schedule. The conditions were sometimes awful — strong wind, heavy rain, cold, snow and even a sandstorm— but we still enjoyed it! Its an intriguing country with colorful markets, beautiful artistry, varied landscapes and good food. It was everything I hoped it would be. Sorry, no gps tracks. The route (or close to it) SNEAK PEEKS Day 0, Boise ID to Malaga Spain The tour company picked us up and took us to their shop. They had nice, low mileage BMWs. I got a GS700 and The Hubby a GS800 Adventure. They also loaned us BMW Rainlock jackets. Thank God/Allah! I could not have done the trip without it! Even though my jacket was mostly waterproof, it leaks at the vents. I needed the loaner for both the extra waterproofing and the warmth. It was the best rain jacket I’ve ever worn. No leaks at all and it seemed to breathe too. They also offered me BMW rainpants. Silly me, I declined thinking my Gore-Tex pants would be good enough. Wrong. They leaked and I wore wet leathers for days. Day 1 Malaga Relaxed at the hotel. Excellent dinner in the evening. Day 2 Malaga Spain to Chefchaouen Morocco It was cold and windy and we were warned not to eat before the ferry ride, so we only drank coffee. The ferry ride was rough. I stood at a window of the lurching ship looking at the horizon and was ok. But then it was announced that everyone must sit down. Within minutes I was queasy. I bolted to the bathroom (run, stop, hold on, run, stop, hold on, done in sync with the rocking ship) and made it with no time to spare. We headed into the Rif mountains with high winds and cold pouring rain. The rain let up when we reached Chefchaouen, which is known as the Blue City, well, because it is painted blue. It is built on steep hillsides. Village laundromat. Part of the river is diverted through this pavilion, where the women dunk the clothes into concrete tubs then scrub them on washboards. I think the soapy water goes back into the river. paint tints Currency exchange. They’ll gladly take money from 11 countries. They'll exchange your weasels too - oops - no -- only wechsels. Snack on the central square. Delicious filled pastries. Mint tea is common. Its a handful of mint leaves with boiling tea poured over it. Served with plenty of sugar. This odd-looking cat sat next to me throughout dinner but never begged. In Greece the strays climb on the table and try to eat off your plate. slippery streets Dirtbag lurking in the shadows Our hotel was on a steep hillside with stairs everwhere charming lobby Cozy dining room. We appreciated the fireplace after a cold wet day.