As our time in Morocco was limited, the best way for us to take full advantage was to take an overnight train between Marrakech and Tangier. Generally, overnight transportation is miserable, but I had a great experience with this train. We booked the train beds (not even 35€ for this ticket!) and I passed out right away, only waking when the train arrived in Tangier. It doesn't mean I wasn't exhausted that day, though!
After checking into the Melting Pot Hostel Tanger, we set off to find breakfast. We'd heard wonderful things about Café Hafa but were extremely disappointed upon arrival. It opens at nine, yet the chef wasn't there. We had to wait until he finally got to work 45 minutes late. The food was mediocre, the chairs were made of cheap plastic and breaking, and we were grumpy because the server kept saying the chef was only five minutes away. At least it was cheap, the mint tea tasted amazing, and the view was incredible!
Tangier is not a city made for tourists, so we spent our day wandering around. Then, we reached the beach. We must have spent hours there, playing in the sand, wading in the water, and enjoying the sunshine!
The next morning, we took the ferry over to Spain--hence the title. I was sad to say goodbye to this country, but excited about the next leg of my trip.
In all honesty, Tangier didn't impress me, and I'm not sure I'd go back. Regardless, we spent a lovely day there--I just wish it had been warm enough to swim!