Maison du Sud
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- Free High-Speed Internet
- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
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... cats wait for a morsel of fresh fish. Hundreds of loud sea gull bob in the water or soar overhead. Outside the city walls is an expansive beach where families stroll, young men play soccer, and kite-surfers try to catch the off shore winds. The countryside of Essaouira is known for it's argon oil made from the tiny seed inside the pit of the fruit produced by these trees that only grows in this area. Goats graze in the groves of these ...
... restaurant area is named for him. There are photos of him and the making of the movie everywhere. The other is Jimmy Hendrix who wrote a song here. Sandy asked about the economy and how people live here. The first thing you notice is that they are building everywhere. The roads are excellent. The mountain pass roads are narrow but the surface is good. There are satellite dishes on every building. The economy is good, better than ...
... some of my friends here and Valerie, so I am SO EXCITED!! I am really looking forward to sharing my Moroccan life with my sister and we're going to explore as much of Morocco as we can. It's going to be a crazy week, but such an adventure!
I hope to keep up with my blog posts as a continue my travels, but I'm guessing this will becoming more challenging as wifi access and free time become more sparse. But I will do the best I can!
Besslama (goodbye) for ...
... Although we had to BYO two day old bread and olives, it was a really gorgeous afternoon. After that tea (so many teas), we went to find the hammam that was recommended to us. And it was bloody awesome! We all had hammam and a massage and by the end we were all so relaxed and clean! It was a pretty crazy experience! Going into the hammam and having the stranger scrub my body from top to toe was kind of weird, but weirdly nice! And she washed my hair ...
... were a rip off at a big price and the olves were watery and bitter. We laughed lots together, were in agreement that a dreadlocked Italian traveller who studies in London was cute, and graciously ate the remainders of food bought by one Dutch Willem who had hardly touched the grand array before him.
Most of our crowd then taxied back to Essaouira, again at a rip off price, while others of us returned to the beach. There in the sea were rocks said to ...