Morroco: day 4 & 5

After our rather excruciating day of train travel, we decided day 4 was all about taking it easy... So back to the beach we happily trotted. Our jellyfish friend had long since demised so the biggest drama of the morning was spotting a pack of wild dogs (all over the place in Morocco) and trying not to step on washed up debris. (better debris though than a giant jellyfish, let me tell ya!) After some serious shell collecting and a couple more face-planting body surfs, our tummies were grumbling and it was time to think about a more serious issue: lunch. Not wanting to completely rob our in-laws of house and home, we set off for the neighborhood mini grocery store (the equivalent size of a big snack shack but selling everything from eggs to canned beans). That's when we came up with the brilliant lunch plan: hot dogs. Of course a bit of creativity was in order with no hot dog buns for sale but necessity is the mother of invention and thus the Moroccan hot dog was born:



While probably one of the more bready hot dogs I've eaten, I do have to say it wasn't too shabby after all. My favorite thing about the whole meal; however, was the grand total for 4 large homemade bread rolls, a pack of yogurt, 2 diet cokes, and some laughing cow cheese: 1.50 Can someone please bring these prices to Paris???



When Anne and Isaac finally got off work though we were more than ready to go out on the town again. Which brings us to El Jahida: a tiny little Moroccan coastal town. I've got to say that the differences between Marrakesh and El Jahida were instantly apparent: while obviously the only non-Moroccans in the village, we were instantly at ease with our surroundings. Somehow not being in such a tourist-targeted place gave us more anonymity, not less, which we happily soaked up for the evening. Here's the whole gang entering into the oldest part of the city:






Matt couldn't resist the urge to practice his stroller pushing skills... (and no, please don't interpret this comment as eluding to me being pregnant--what can I say, the guy just likes to be prepared...)

Meanwhile Nathan occupied his time bonding with the locals...

I loved how authentic the city felt...

After a nice little tour of the place we decided to sit down for some grub. We got a kick out of the menu's spelling variation of Cheeseburger... The best part about it is that it's spelled exactly like it's pronounced in French! Ah, zeez crazee Frrench speekeers...

Here's me drinking a seriously delicious smoothy thingy...
(please ignore my yellow face...let's just write it off as a weird tan...)

Day 5 was short but sweet. After one last trip to the beach and a rather tearful beach side farewell (ok, so really it was Nathan crying because he couldn't bear leaving behind his sandcastle), we drove into Casablanca and then were off to the airport for our Easy Jet flight. We took once last pic of the whole gang together before parting...





Ah, and here we were, back in our wonderful little city of Paris, where even the airport greeted us...





My favorite part was all the pics of mini desserts... as if reminding us of what we'll miss out on next time we travel!






And then there was the terminal bathroom... With its flourescent pink and lime stall doors, it was the most frooffy bathroom I've every seen and had enough x chromosomes on its walls to un-jetlag any passenger who would happen to wander in.

But all that to say
"Ah Paris, we missed you..."