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Got 1st class tix. had compartment to ourselves for awhile--laid down & slept. In Meknes 2 others came in.
Nice driver took us to the Cottages. Difficult to find, but he was very nice.
Got in our cottage, Sylvain showed us around. Went to the pool.
Laid down, not feeling well. A/C not working. Sylvain couldn't get it to work, so we moved to another cottage.
Dinner: chicken & couscous--delish.
... sitting. He double checked again, making sure he understood what I wanted: tea in the teapot, ice in the glasses. Oui. I really think he had no idea what we were doing.
Once the black tea had steeped, I slowly poured it over the ice. Voila! Iced tea. So happy. Of course, we only had enough ice for one glass, but by the time we drank that, the rest of the tea in the pot had cooled down considerably (and so had we), so it all worked out very well. The salads were amazing too.
... a room. The spa was lovely, and our 1-hour massages were WONDERFUL. It was a soft, relaxing massage with essential oil. It was great in general, but it was even better for my migraine. When she massaged my neck, face and scalp, that was the best. To top it off, we had mint tea afterward.
We then came home, showered, and relaxed for awhile during the hottest part of the day. The Canadians arrived, so we got to meet them. They might be joining us on our ...
... just to give them a taste of their own medicine. Anyway, realising I wasn't going to get back to sleep with the racket going on outside of our room we dragged ourselves out of bed and the several steps out the door to a table. No wedge bread this morning but we did get some Nuttela on baguette (delicious) as well as a weirdly large looking English muffin which was tough and flavourless. You win some you lose some.
Still decompressing from ...
... embroidered bags and heavy walls of carpet contrast with the mechanics and metal workers of the city. Rows of grease lined garages throb with the squeal of scooter engines and slams of forgers hammers.
The Kasbar offered a quiet escape from the speed and hazard of the souk. On several occasions wheels skimmed past our toes, a scooter trimmed my whiskers and I stumbled on the uneven road twisting my ankle and nearly falling under a donkey! The ...