We arrived to Gibraltar before I knew it. As we approached the city we noticed that there were border patrol people. Little did we know that Gibraltar was a different country. We rolled up to the police and they asled for our passports. Luckily I had mine and so did Mr. Lipe but Emily unfortunately forgot hers. The border patrol lady said there was no way to cross over unless everyone had their passport. We tried to get through with Emily's photocopy passport she kept in her wallet but it didn't suffice. We drove away with frustration and disbelief that Gibraltar was a different country. Mr. Lipe wasn't too upset because he realized there was nothing we could do. We went to a little coffeeshop to grab something to drink and to figure out our new game plan. These two men there who I think owned the shop tried to help us out but they pretty much said it was impossible to cross without a passport. "Three people, two passports, impossible!" They were very funny and very nice. They even called our hotel to cancel our first nights stay. We decided to drive back to Seville and head back down to Gibraltar early the next morning. Luckily it wasn't too long of a drive.
We were pretty tired after that so we went back to the hotel and took a nice nap. Sleeping with the balcony window open was great because the sound of the waves crashing put me right to sleep. Once we woke up all refreshed we got ready for dinner. We tried to go to a famous place our taxi driver suggested but it was booked for the night. We found a great place along the water anyways. The next day we packed up and headed back to Seville. It was a great weekend trip with Emily and her dad. If it wasn't for Mr. Lipe we probably wouldn't have seen Gibraltar. It was a great city to see once in your life!
gibraltar! |
view from the balcony |
cute bathroom |
monkeys huddled at the top |
tunnels |
cocktails |
stuffed chicken with caramelized onions and veggies |
tiramisu |
selfie with Mr. Lipe and Emily |
salmon and potoatoes |
lemon meringue |
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