… but the Madeleines here are better than the ones in Paris.
There, I said it. (It’s been three years since I had them, of course, but I
stand by my assessment.)
Seriously, every bit of food that I’ve had here is
delicious. Even food that I normally shy away from (my mother would look at me
cross-eyed if I told her the contents of some of the things I’ve actually eaten)
has been amazing.
*Conspiracy Theory Time*
They’re trying to make us all fat. I don’t know why, but I
think they are. How? “Shweeya b-shweeya.” I have proof.
Today, we got up, and ate a superb breakfast, which included
a naan-like bread and a more traditional (in a Western sense) bread,
accompanied by fresh orange juice, a wedge of spreadable cheese, jam (no idea
what flavor, other than yummy), and honey.
Then, we had a short segment of orientation, and exited for
a break (before lunch, mind you) whereupon we were presented with this:
Don’t forget about lunch. Salad, tagine, and of course,
khubz.
Not to mention dinner. Which is about an hour and a half away.
Looking back, I’m not so sure it’s “shweeya b-shweeya;”
they’re moving at a much faster pace.
You know, it’s a good thing that I brought loose clothing.
Because as much as I don’t want to gain weight (due equally to American
cultural stereotypes and general health), I am definitely not going to miss out
on any Moroccan food opportunities.
I rest my conspiracy theory.
Also, Morocco continues to be beautiful.
Random plant.
Random wall.
In a field by the buildings.
Snails!
A very common flower.
I like flower shots.
My morning walk in the "compound" we're staying at in Sale.
Some of the buildings.
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