Recollection I

Unfortunately, few people are aware of the existence of the Spanish Morocco. This existence is a direct result based on history more than anything else. The unique location of the city is so that it's so small that all land is regulated. Melilla is surrounded by Moroccan territory on all sides, thus everytime I wanted to go to the campo (the country side) where all the beautiful beaches are located I needed to cross the border. One can never imagine the size of the line ups on Friday, Saturday and Sunday of anxious people awaiting to cross the border to get to the 'true' rest and relaxation under the calescent sun. Yes, I definitely crave it every now and then, for those who inquire. Beaches with clear, blue water looking good enough to drink. For the most part, they usually never have medusas (jelly fish) but as late august approached, Dcharrana had some floating about - I refused to enter the water. My anxious 5-year-old little fish of a cousin, Kamal, definitely had no worries about getting stung with their transparent, gelate tentacles -- "Prefiero tomar el sol" I told him.
Just like many of the beaches on Morocco's coast, you can buy a two-way 5 minute boat ride to and from a secluded area of the beach where you, quite literally, are alone with your family. I loved that part. I thank Allah for putting the large mountains that make this area a long swimming distance away from the main beach.
In the end, he got stung 6 times. That means my family and I bursting out laughing times six. Each time he'd get stung, he ran out with his snorkling goggles on saying "hhhhhh, medusa nja'ra" (Berber (Tmazight) for: Oh, those damn jellyfish), waited ten seconds, then just dived back in as if nothing happened. He, unknowingly, is hilarious, and that's the best part.