By far the best date I've been on in Morocco. After class yesterday, Megan and I ate lunch at the Villa, then hopped on her scooter and headed the 30km to Sefrou, a little berber village up by the mountains. After loosing my sunglasses; getting directions from a police officer who refused to speak only in French with us, despite telling him we speak Arabic; and a few potholes, we made it to Sefrou. We found some cascades, walked around the medina, searched in vain for new sunglasses, drank coffee and tea in a café, watched the public baker make dread, and stumbled upon my new favorite flea market, where I bought boots for 10dh each. Then we scooted around the village some more, and headed back to Fès. On the way we saw a sign for Bahil, another berber village higher up the mountain. We made our way up to Bahil, which had a beautful lookout point, and scooted back down the mountain and back to the Villa.
Oh, and here are some more pictures from my date with Megan.
Tonight, Laura, Megan and I have plans to make a Greek dish I can't remember the name of. Greek food?! Hemdill Allah.
B'salama,
Danielle
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Doesn't that make for about the 18th Moroccan date you've been on/eaten???
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