The hotel breakfast today included two different kind of bread; the same two kinds we get for breakfast at the homestay. At some point, all the Moroccans must have gotten together and decided that breakfast must include one flatbread, one rising bread, and nothing else.
After breakfast my plan had been to explore the old medina all day, but as soon as one man tried to guide us around for money, Fan got nervous, and so we ended up walking into the new city. Fan seems to have a very low tolerance for that sort of thing; I got the vibe that he doesn’t like this city.
We made our way to the Majorelle Gardens, where Yves Saint Laurent and his partner used to live, which looks exactly like you would expect the house of a very gay fashion designer to look like (a cubist design painted wall-to-wall in bright blue with yellow highlights) and a large garden of plants imported from all over the world. It was pretty sweet.
After that we went to a café and watched the Morocco/Iran world cup match. It was fun to be with a crowd, and I like that the word cup only breaks for commercial every twenty minutes or so, but Morocco lost 1-0 in overtime, which is why I don’t normally watch soccer. If you’re going to watch sports, let’s get some big numbers up there. Basketball has it figured out.
After that we headed back to the hotel for a bit, then got dinner at a nearby pizza stand. The cheese didn’t really taste like anything, but at this point, that was to be expected.
I spent the rest of the night trying to figure out how to use Airbnb to book a tour of the national park for tomorrow. Some students who were here last weekend recommended it highly. Should be interesting. On a side note, there was also an “Instagram Tour” where some guy would take you around to the most photogenic places in the city so you can flex on your social media friends. Is this what we’ve come to?
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