Picture this:

Nora and Hester are sitting on the floor of their hotel room, packing for their next destination in advance. They have one more afternoon in Fes, and then it is on to Marrakesh. Their train tickets are bought, first class, and they are ready to go. They talk about how they have not hated each other yet, and how their trip has been relatively free of disaster.

We should have kept our mouths shut.

That afternoon we went to see two synagoges and a Jewish Cemetary. WE thought we had been drinking enough water, but perhaps there is no such thing when it is that hot. Heatstroke is a horrible thing to happen to anyone, Nora will tell you. After figuring out that we would have to take her to the emergency room on a donkey or handcart, we opted to care for ourselves. Hester was a wonderful nurse, and Nora eventually recovered her body´s ability to regulate it´s own temperature. However, there was no way she was going to be able to be on a 8 hour train ride early the next morning. We missed our train and decided to stay another night in Fes.

Less than 24 hours later, Hester eats what she thinks is a delicious cous cous. It was tasty, but apparently toxic, and she developed a wicked case of food poisoning. Nora was also a great nurse, and we give big ups to rehydration salts and fanta orange!

We realized that we were now looking at an 8 hour train ride to Marrakesh, while hester was still in pukey-town, one day in Marrakesh in 108 degree heat, and then a flight back to Barcelona.

We decided we´d rather not.

We came back early to Barcelona, where the envelopes where Nora had been saving our receipts either fell out of her bag, or were victim to the worst pick pocket ever.

Bad Spanish television, reydration salts, and sleep have healed us. We are coming home soon, but are going to enjoy our last bit of time on this adventure!