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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.
We walked. It was hot.
Lunch at (name coming) on way to Jardin Majorelle. I was dying for some iced tea. Of course, there was nothing like that on the menu. I saw someone at a table with a glass of ice, and it occurred to me that I could make my own.
We ordered Salade Variee and The Noir with glasses of ice. The server looked at us with confusion, "Verres? Avec glacons?" Oui. He went over to make the tea, which was right in front of where ...
... Cafe and went there for something cold to drink. We had Coke Lights, and Hunter ordered some hummus for lunch. The heat and my migraine kept my hunger at bay.
We were up on the terrace by ourselves, but then a large group of (highschoolers?) from Bristol, England joined us. We had a good time talking to them. They had been trekking in the Atlas Mountains for three weeks. They are going home tomorrow.
We got to the spa right on time this time. ...
... it had to be searched.
By the time we got to the gate, we didn't have much wait time before boarding. Unfortunately, Hunter and I did not have seats together. I didn't even realize it when the lady checked us in--she didn't mention it either. But, whatever. We each had window seats on opposite sides of the plane two rows apart.
I don't know for Hunter, but it was a plane ride from hell for me and everyone around me. The woman in front of me ...
... and to give these to people and say they are from Marrakech in Africa! Oustide of the Souk Markets was unbelieveable...I still felt like the 36 hours I was there was all just a dream. I have always dreamed of saying I made it to Africa and watched Sex and the City filmed exactly where I was walking. There was snake charmers, monkeys on leashes waiting to be held, ladies offering to do henna tattoos, fresh orange juice stands, horse buggies, and typical Moroccan people. Anywhere ...