9.6.2004
LONDON UNDERGROUND
Got on the plane this morning in Casablanca, and was delighted to hear, "Good morning." English! Music to my ears. From my internet perch I can see red double decker busses zooming past, and a red neon "Time Out" sign across the street.
We have just 2 full days here in Jolly Old, which is more than we can afford. The pound is worth about $2. For example, we shared one Subway sandwich for dinner, no chip or soda, and spent the equivalent of $8. Luckily, the museums are free (though we're sick of museums).
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We spent our last 5 days in Morocco in a beautiful restful fishing town on the Atlantic Coast called Essaouira. (Thanks Joel!) It was perfect, exactly the peace and quiet we were looking for.
>>>Wandering the inviting narrow cobblestone streets of the medina; eating fresh olives, prickly pear fruit, chickpeas (and Erik tried escargot) from street vendors; laying on the beach in the strong African sun; watching sunset on the Atlantic from the ramparts (that were in Orson Welles' "Othello"); chasing and picking up the hundreds of kittens who wander in packs; shopping for handmade Berber carpets; biking up the coast to a secluded beach where we watched camels walk along shore (and carry tourists); making our way to a small village on the hill to drink mint tea where Jimi Hendrix spent some time; poking around the port, watching fishermen auction the catch of the day; bathing in the traditional Hammam with the locals; waking up late to breakfast waiting outside our door (and playing Scrabble till noon).
Got on the plane this morning in Casablanca, and was delighted to hear, "Good morning." English! Music to my ears. From my internet perch I can see red double decker busses zooming past, and a red neon "Time Out" sign across the street.
We have just 2 full days here in Jolly Old, which is more than we can afford. The pound is worth about $2. For example, we shared one Subway sandwich for dinner, no chip or soda, and spent the equivalent of $8. Luckily, the museums are free (though we're sick of museums).
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We spent our last 5 days in Morocco in a beautiful restful fishing town on the Atlantic Coast called Essaouira. (Thanks Joel!) It was perfect, exactly the peace and quiet we were looking for.
>>>Wandering the inviting narrow cobblestone streets of the medina; eating fresh olives, prickly pear fruit, chickpeas (and Erik tried escargot) from street vendors; laying on the beach in the strong African sun; watching sunset on the Atlantic from the ramparts (that were in Orson Welles' "Othello"); chasing and picking up the hundreds of kittens who wander in packs; shopping for handmade Berber carpets; biking up the coast to a secluded beach where we watched camels walk along shore (and carry tourists); making our way to a small village on the hill to drink mint tea where Jimi Hendrix spent some time; poking around the port, watching fishermen auction the catch of the day; bathing in the traditional Hammam with the locals; waking up late to breakfast waiting outside our door (and playing Scrabble till noon).
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