… becquse they are where the a is on english keyboards.

So we made it to Fes!

So it is goodbye ham, hello lamb, as we enter into morocco. We spent 1 night in tanger after crossing the ferry. All of the guidebooks made Tanger sound like a super scary place, but we didn’t think so at all. Although we are, of course, badasses from new york, it wasn’t that. Everyone was super friendly in giving Nora instructions on how to get to the hotel. Although we got a little lost, people patiently guided us.We ate and rested, just wqlking around. Not sure I would come to morocco just for tanger, but it wqs good times.

The next morning we got on the train to fes. All the first class were sold out, so we went for 6 hours in the burning heat without airconditioning. At tangers, there was a stampede for the train as soon as the doors opened; I enjoyed running for the train and knocking people out of the way. I think Nora enjoyed it less. We shared a compartment with a nice couple and their adorable children. The little boy loved the fact that I had a big fan and was willing to share the breeze! Several people stopped to talk to us, and the family was protective of us. Sweet.

We got to the Hotel with no problem— nora is a pro at being polite but firm:

“you have a nice hotel with a pool? Very nice, but we will go with our reservation.”

We are staying in the Medina in a cool Dar (townhouse) that is filled with tile. The dream lives! We have a minaret right outside our window. That’s not saying much, because there are 350 of them in the Medina.

I won’t lie, Fes is a little overwealming, although cool. It is filled with young men, who all want to say hello and constant appeals to enter shops. But it is amazing to see all the craftsmen and commerce- all while getting out of the way of a donkey!

Food is good too :)