We woke up (ridiculously early) this morning in balmy Fez, Morocco. On our way out of the medina with our luggage we actually saw a dog<\/i>. And not just one\u2014three!<\/p>\n
Once at the post office, Majid met us and we piled into his van. We arrived at Fez\u2019s small international airport half an hour later. About two hours later, we boarded our Paris-bound flight. After that I don\u2019t remember much, since I slept for most of the flight, but I do remember crossing the Mediterranean.<\/p>\n
Now we\u2019re in Europe, where it\u2019s safe to drink tap water and it\u2019s okay to flush toilet paper down the toilet. (I also have some slight<\/em> knowledge of the French Revolution, thanks to The Scarlet Pimpernel<\/em>.)<\/p>\n At four p.m. (two in the afternoon by Fassi standards), we were outside our apartment, which is on the Seine about a hundred meters from Notre Dame. Our landlord is Italian, but he spoke in English. Our experience at dinner was totally different: six different languages were spoken: Japanese, Afrikaans, English, Italian, Spanish, and French. On our way home, we stopped at a chocolate shop. Then we stopped to check out the gelateria, which happens to be three stories down from our living room. Yes!<\/p>\n Ciao!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" We woke up (ridiculously early) this morning in balmy Fez, Morocco. On our way out of the medina with our luggage we actually saw a dog. And not just one\u2014three! Once at the post office, Majid met us and we … Continue reading