Hotel de Paris Casablanca

... fun. I was able to take pictures there so I can show you guys. We had tea and snacks and a drink in this big tent and singers and dancers walked around in between all the tables. Then we went and sat in this “stadium” around a big dirt pit, and guys riding horses did a bunch of tricks and shot guns and stuff. There was also a belly dancer and some other stuff and fireworks at the end. After that we went back to the hotel and hung out again ...

... visit: water project in Casa, schools in Agadir, orphanage in Tangier Things I packed and didn't use: work out clothes (no time!), scarf (too hot), sweater, jacket, calculator Things I wish I had packed: extra shirt, light pants, small towel, washcloth, slippers (for icky hotel) Favorite purchases: gifts, argan oil, painting from gallery (in Tangier), Italian bracelet (from Essaouira), magnets, wooden spoons ...

... is quite different and some words were totally different. But they managed to have a conversation and the driver pointed out things along the way and told him things about Casablanca which Mike translated for me. We passed fields with crops and cattle, then large walled villas, slum areas and finally reached our hotel in the city centre. We dropped our stuff in our room and headed out to explore (even though the guy at reception warned us not to - he ...

Today was our last day in Morocco and I am as not as sad to see it go as Spain but I am glad I came for the experience because it definitely was a unique one! After breakfast we headed out to the Royal Quarter to do some shopping. I bought a magic box, a traditional Moroccan shirt, and some henna ink to create henna tattoos. It really wasn't that fun to shop because the store owners hassle the hell out of the entire time you are in their store. I didn't have ...

... only two years, and she told me that I was wise not to have married. I assured her that equality among the sexes was not as much of a sure thing in the U.S. as people think, though obviously it's much better than in Morocco. We saw people in all kinds of dress. In Casablanca more people were dressed in western clothes, but you still saw some men and more women dressed in traditional clothes. In Marrakesh there were more in traditional clothes, with more women ...

... dollars.   Walking away with our Schwarma style seasoned chicken wraps served with french fries in a twist of paper (the French not only left their language in Morocco, they also left the fries, with everything! always with the fries!)  and wandered for awhile longer enjoying the spiced chicken on our tongues and the noise and colour of the medina on our eyes and ears.   Tomorrow we are off to Marrakesh, wish us luck. All our best from Morocco Dan and Gabes

... restaurant recommended to us called Squall in a beautiful building in the old city. Gorgeous nooks with tables and vine covered trellises. Food was ok too. Wow what a great city. People everywhere, and such a huge convergence of cultures. There were traditional dressed Muslims walking side by side with those dressed in fashionable western clothes. The city was dynamic with numerous coffee bars along the street side and amazing markets that were woven into the narrow ...

... two hanging mezzanines where women are permitted to pray, and an additional 80,000 in the courtyard. Imagine, almost the entire population of ...

... travellers just waiting in front of the redundant check in desks. It dawned on me that we were no nearer checking in, it was just that the upstairs arrivals hall had become so congested they were forced to start packing people in here. I fought my way through rows upon rows of chaotic queues until I came to the Royal Air Maroc desk. We're off, we thought - only we weren't. Apparently the plane hadn't even left Casablanca. As suspected, we had ...