The best Sidi Ifni Morroco

Despite all I was feeling a bit like at home and with a vague sensation of familiarity. While sitting in the square writing some notes, an old man asked me in (a very good) spanish (he told me most of the locals there spoke it fairly well) if I wanted him to show me some interesting places. He took me to a church that was now the court dependencies. Inside there were a couple of people “resting their eyes” and all looked a bit abandoned, with a layer of dust and with piles of yellowing papers everywhere. Certainly it seemed that nobody had been judged there for quite some time, but probably that was just my impression. The old and now unused bell laid aside in the sacristy, probably hoping for better times.

After the visit I had a tea with my improvised Friend

 and he mentioned that sometimes, some spanish military personnel came and, standing outside the consulate entrance, sold paperwork to get spanish citizenship. I did not mention that probably the only relation to the spanish army they had were the uniforms, but instead asked him if it happened often. “Not really, and less and less now” he replie