Some of us go to Africa, some of us see Africa

Somewhere beteween teh Finca weehours of 5am and 7am, our most valued comparion, Carl, went to Africa. Seriously.

Off he drove in his "Po" (known to VW as the "Polo") to Algeciras, the Spanish port providing gerried to Morroco. He planned (even earlier this morning) to spend his day touring Tangier's many museums, historical sites, and other points of culutral interest (ahem, bars). We hope he comes back soon.

As for the Johnsons, today we remained on the Continent. After a lazy breakfast, we left the Finca at noon for a gold course and the beach. We drove to Fuengirola (Fu-en-gear-oh-la), past Marbella (Mar-bey-ay). It's somewhat surprising we aren't stayind in Marbella as it's the posh resort town for Britain's elite and select trashy Americans (Britney just left). Brendan and Joan went golfing. Steve, Cate, and I tanned, swam in the Med without fearing for sharks, and read Hello UK whilst sipping Coocacoola Li-eghts. It was an ideal afternoon.

After we met up, we went to Gibraltar in an effort to outdo Carl. We SAW Africa! Gibraltar is a massive rock, totally sheer. There's nothing in the town but we really did see Africa - huge mountains rising up through the steamy Mediterranean mists. Driving home with petrol station gas and snacks, we decided we can't wait for someone to ask us how many continents we've seen.