Hotel Le Royal Hammamet
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... kids, most men accepted suffering in their lives and became happier and humbler.
-----It was difficult to be a Muslim man. And Muslim women had very little freedom. But as an American philosopher, free from the pressures of Islam, I loved living in an Arabic society surrounded by warm-hearted, friendly people.
-----The people of Sminja liked to ask me: "Shnuwwa khir, El-Toons wella Amerika?" (What's better, Tunisia or America?) They expected me to ...
... what could be misconstrued as cynical views no doubt. The weather is starting to be more what I suppose we are to expect within Europe for this time of year but is a big change from what we have been used to but it is quite good to have a gradual return to our climate. We sail to Menorca tonight where we are due to catch up with friends so looking forward to that before heading home via Lisbon. Sent from my ...
... very intricate icing sugar. The mosaics are from the Roman period and have to be seen to be believed. Their quality and size and their completeness are astonishing. After this our guide led us through the medina or market of Tunis to the great mosque and we were able to have a little wander and do some shopping - these places are like a maze so we didn't do too much wandering though Rob did have a little explore on his own - and returned safely! The ...
... of air, in fright.
-----Maybe she liked me because I always told her she was beautiful? She had a thin jaw and broad cheekbones, a broad smile full of big white teeth, and black nail-polish on tanned fingers and feet that fit perfectly in the palm of my hand. Or maybe she liked me because my positive attitude, learned while in Guinea-Bissau, and dancing skills were famous in Sminja?
-----She motioned that I could only touch her ...
... with his sisters and aunts and grandmother. Others hugged and kissed the cute children who were constantly running around town, just waiting for adults to pick them up and hold them. And other guys went crazy.
-----My dance with Monsoor ended.
-----A gorgeous, black-eyed girl named Amina asked me to sit with her and her friends, and I accepted. Maybe I was breaking some rule of gender segregation. But, no one seemed to care. Young Amina told me ...