Quiet Sunday, Relaxing Monday

After some lunch, Annie and I quietly walked the streets of Essaouira, looking here at there at what the different shops had. I was waiting for inspiration to hit me with the desire to make a purchase, but the mood didn’t strike me. We ran into friends and finalized dinner arrangements – the fish guys down by the water.

The whole gang of us arrived, and it was quite a bit of fun. The fist was fresh caught that day, and we got to point to the fish we wanted, and then it was cooked. It was beyond delicious. I ordered tuna, and it absolutely melted in my mouth. If they did anything to season it, I would be surprised. There was a light salt flavor, which I attribute to being from the ocean, and that was it. Holy fright that was the most delectable tuna I’ve ever eaten!

After dinner, it was time for more ice cream. Like that was going to be a problem! After that, we all made our separate ways back to our hotels and slept. Okay, eventually. First, there was a pleasant amount of time where I sat on the roof top where I could see the ocean, feel the cooling breeze, and read my book. Then sleep.

Monday arrived calm. Breakfast was relaxing, and Annie and I went to look for a solidly trashy romance book for her to read for our afternoon on the beach. Success – we found The Taming. Annie assured me it was all it was cracked up to be!

We spent the afternoon on beach chairs, under an umbrella, although I did manage to get a bit of a sunburn, reading, people watching, napping, and getting lost in thoughts of nothing in particular.

After an exhausting day, we headed back to the hotel to get ready for dinner. We found our way to a restaurant recommend to us. A nice Mexican style place owned by a very sweet British couple. The dinner and desserts were perfect. It’s amazing the appetite you can work up doing nothing on a beach all day.

Johnna and Julie were up for a bit of shopping, and Annie and I were up for one last pint on our holiday. As Annie and I were enjoying our pint, I realized it was Monday. I miss you Kristy!

Annie and I chatted quite a bit and watch the sky and the ocean change colors and night set in. We were again on a roof top, but I think it was only three flights of stairs this time to get to the roof top. At this place, there was a quiet dj playing music in the background, and after a while, we noticed three guys on the next roof top over having a really good time dancing to the dj. They gestured for us to come over and join them. We debated, but since we were still on holiday for a few more hours, what the heck.

Unfortunately, more stairs were involved. Down from the restaurant and up to their roof top. Turns out, they were dancing Spaniards. Not so much with speaking English. However, I was amazed with Annie. She’d taken Spanish in high school, for a bit in college, and lived in Argentina for 7 weeks. She was amazing to watch and listen to as she spoke Spanish with the guys. Among gestures and Annie speaking slowly enough, I could gather most of the conversation, or at least, her part. I must admit, once I learned they were Spanish, I could only manage to quote Mandy Patikin’s character from The Princess Bride. “Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.” I know, I’m terrible. We only stayed for a short time before heading back to our place for sleep.

Tuesday brought us back to reality. The bus back to Marrakech, the train back to Casablanca, and then the taxi back to my apartment. However, I love my housekeeper. After being gone for a week, I come home to a totally clean house, a dozen and a half hot pink roses, a wonderful chicken dish and homemade cream of broccoli and cheese soup. I love Zakia!