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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
- Swimming pool
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... or so we thought. After wandering, and unknown to us, lost, we arrived at what we thought was the museum. Well, it was a museum but not the one we wanted - but in for a penny in for a Dirham as they say here, we paid the entrance fee and went into the museum. It was small, neat, uninformative and slightly dull, but the lady at reception was charming and did direct us to the correct museum as we left !
After a spot of map ...
... weather and it's mostly been in the 50's - which means I've been wearing 4 layers of clothing to always include my one long sleeved sweater (didn't bring a jacket) Am I glad I came? YES - it's been interesting and unlike any other place I've visited. Is it my #1 destination? No. But then of course none of us could actually come up with just 1 favorite place to ...
... entreated so we all ended up at our final dinner with packages Two notes about the Sultan: first, he apparently picked a different wife to sleep with each night so they each had him for one night a month. Only the official wives were allowed to get pregnant. But this was occurring in the late 1800s so birth control wasn't around. If one of the unofficial wives (who were usually gifts to the Sultan from those trying to curry favor) did get pregnant she was either expelled from ...
... a little girl, probably not quite two. She cried and screamed nearly the entire 2 1/2 hour flight. The man behind me was holding a little girl about the same age who liked to kick my chair and slam the tray table closed every few minutes. Occasionally, the brother (behind) would yell at the screaming girl in front of me. Did I mention that I had a migraine?
Once we deplaned (first step on African soil--woohoo!), we had a really long line to go through ...
... work pretty hard in most cases to stand out from the rest of the crowd to get our attention, which we gladly put to the test!
Something I really enjoyed about talking to people in Marrakech was the fluency most locals had with so many different languages. I usually initiated in their native french, switched to Spanish when my 4 phrases ran their course, and often resorted to english when finalizing my deals with them. But as tricky and stubborn ...