Riad Villa Damonte Essaouira

... about, I stumbled upon a very tres, tres chic hotel with wifi in the lobby! Thus, with my trusty little iPod I was able to swiftly log in here and post an entry. Easily entered the date 'n place, but... when I got to the interface for pecking the "Story" - alas for some strange reason my iPod (actually I believe it was a travelpod glitch) wouldn't bring up the keyboard so I couldn't type anywhere ...

... into the small kitchen seating area to wait for it to be cooked. Yassir orders me some chips and a Moroccan salad. The atmosphere in there is superb – and I love every second.

Their selection arrives cooked and ready to eat. They all get tucked in and I really, really wanted to join them, I just can’t find it in me. Then Yassir breaks off a small bit of sole and hands it to me “come on” he says “eat it, it can’t kill you” ...

... conversation and answer questions about England. Yassir invites us to join him at the restaurant he works at this evening and we agree and say we’ll see him later. We wander off to visit another of Alex’s friends who is also extremely welcoming and hospitable – more mint tea flowing – I really am getting addicted to this stuff. Again we chat about life and Alex recounts various funny tales about previous visits and incidents with ...

... A popular old Russian song by Alla Pugachova, the light suddenly went down low for a couple of seconds and the show was over... It looked like synthesizer of a band member was burnt by electricity failure=( It was so pity...

So, as far as we ended our drinks, we went back through the night city, which looked wonderful at night... Then again we spent some time by the pool with some wine=)

... awe. Have a drink in our
cozy bar and relax, while being entertained by our home cinema. There is also a library, billiard
and bridge room within this splendid bar, reminiscent of a club setting.




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And the best awaits you in the medinas of Morrocco at Heure Bleue Palais.

... lovely room in Moroccan style. I felt like I'd never want to leave again. My first stop was Il Mare. A restaurant right behind the city walls but high enough to look over them. Ten days before Christmas, I was sitting outside on the roof terrace, enjoying a good lunch with a view of the ocean. It was blue skies all over and just pleasant. Was it really 3 days since I was walking through the snow...

... if I really wanted to go before I left home - but seeing and experiencing a different culture is so wonderful and so interesting, I remember now how much I like to travel and am glad I came. The internet here is not easy or cheap so I will wait until we are in a larger city for my next entry. Hope all is well at home and with all of you. Love, Kayti

Another day, another journey beginning, this time for a full year. I've just begun my time in Morocco. Yesterday makes the one week mark, and as weeks go this one has been incredibly full. I've been in training and orientation, learning a bit more about my job, meeting my coworkers (half locals, half expats like myself), and getting my contract signed. I have a few weeks off before my work really begins, and in the meantime I ...

... my time with. I wondered if we had a future after I dropped her the third time today. But at the end of the day, she stuck by me when times were tough - a true Taurean quality that I admire. Which reminds me at some point me to check the star sign of my bike so I can better assess our future compatability together - not tonight. I struggle to keep my eyelids open, but the disproportionate meowing of 3 tiny cats during dinner stops me from snoring in my plate. Plates are taken ...

We jumped on a bus to take us across the Atlas mountains. The bus driver was 80 in the shade, he drove, he smoked, he drank mint tea and he read a newspaper. This was all at the same time. People were throwing up everywhere, but Lucy and I held our nerves faced death, and survived another bus trip. We were kicked out of the bus and placed in a taxi to take us to Tarroudannt, a town that would hold us till the morning. There was nothing to see, so ...