Spain or Portugal?

We pick Portugal. It's way prettier - a bit more like Greece with all the pure white houses and red roofs. Both places are very mountainous - as a matter of fact, Spain in the second most mountainous in Europe after Switzerland. The people are friendlier in Portugal although both countries only grow shorter people. We also find them quite a bit more sophisticated in P probably because years back the government decided to spend a lot of money educating and creating a more world-sense public. Most speak English.
The number one employment area for both countries is the tourist trade. Without us, the countries would suffer. I say if they care about us that much, they should create more toilets somewhere.
Their way of life is odd for us. Some parts are very nice - like the way they take so much time to relax and enjoy the day and each other. But other parts, for example, the way they are used to having no privacy, the way they are used to living in filthy environments ( at a restaurant they just throw their napkins and junk all over the floor), the incredible amount of time they spent traveling amongst each other to get from one place to another. This is what it is like to live in a place where space is a premium and land is small plus, there's packed into this small land, more people than can be expected.
I guess what I'm saying is that Canada is great!!
We've met so many wonderful people in the last month and a bit. People from all places, people from all walks of life. Each and every one of them is making an impact on the stories of our lives and we are thoroughly enjoying that impact. Even though we didn't feel lucky to have taken this trip because we had planned for it for 5 years and saved and borrowed and gave up things for it and luck had nothing to do with it at all, we are beginning to feel incredibly lucky to have such a diverse and interesting world to be a part of.
We will be heading to Morocco in a couple of days and we know that this particular part of Africa is pretty strict and sometimes backwards so we may not get to a computer unless our hotel has one. As a woman, I must keep my shoulders and upper arms covered and, I must go and ask again, but one of my hands I must not touch anything with. One hand is filthy and the other is clean. Hmmmm! I could be in trouble. These days, with all the new stuff around me, I can't keep a thought in my head for more than a minute.
Love to everyone, J