Riad el Ouarda
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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 ...
... ladies, and also painting parts of the house.
After a day or so, we realised we weren’t really here to volunteer. They were just happy for us to be guests and help out whenever we could or whenever they needed it. We ate tagines every day, and there was always loads and loads of freshly baked bread from their oven in the backyard, and we had the tea for breakfast and at afternoon tea (which was at 6pm).
... It is a maze of narrow streets and a cauldron of tantalising smells, curious sounds and fascinating shops that peddle everything from perfumes and exotic spices to ivory engraved walking sticks and traditional Moroccan clothing. It's chaotic, crowded and harassing at times but Megan was at her bargaining best. One shopkeeper even asked if she was a Scotsman which she reckons gives her street cred. However, I have my reservations. This lad was schooled in the fine art of ...