Chilling

Tired of the hustle in Fez, we took the bus to Rabat and were happy to find that it was over air-conditioned, and a much shorter ride. Once there we settled into Currun’s place. Sadly, Tracey left for Spain at the end of the weekend as planned. I stayed for another few days or fifteen. It was damn near impossible to peel myself off of Currun’s couch. He had a great place in Bab Oudaya an old Kasbah or fort (yes the man lives within the walls of an ancient medieval fort), with a view of the beach from his terrace. Although the neighborhood was full of tourists during the day, it was still a normal neighborhood inhabited by regular Moroccan families, albeit being in a fort by the beach. We took to watching the sunsets off the ocean from the terrace (behind us the oldest mosque in Rabat, dating from the 12^th century), cooking random veggie dishes (Currun’s concoctions actually worked, although I don’t know if I would eat the harira with canned tuna again), going through walks through the medina for sandwiches, and watching funny videos on YouTube. I even got Currun to start saying that everything was high-larious. It was high-larious. To Currun and his awesome roommates and friends, thanks for a great time in Rabat.