As our ship headed from Málaga to Cádiz, the captain announced that we’d be sailing through the Strait of Gibraltar at around 10:30pm and that we might be able to glimpse the famous Rock about two miles in the distance. At dinner that evening, another member of the crew had said, “It’s nothing special, really.” When we got back to our cabin with lowered expectations and I casually looked out the porthole...wow! This is what we saw. Nothing special?
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