In November, three guests traversed the Atlantic to visit me: my mom, my brother, and my friend. Some of our adventures included:
- Finding each other at the airport… and managing to convince security that I was not a risk
- Traipsing around the city as each phone place we had been directed to directed us to someone else
- Arguing with taxi drivers who were even more stubborn than I
- Tasting the old medina, literally and figuratively
- Posing for awkward pictures
- Sampling camel burgers and a salad that tasted “like donkeys”
- Wiggling cooked snails out of their shells with wooden toothpicks…and sampling them too
- Long talks
- Laughing until we cried
- Visiting my friends for tea, dinner, or just to say “hi”
- Tasting uncured olives that pickled our mouths
- Eating most of our meals standing around in the kitchen
- Souvenir shopping in the rain
- Souvenir shopping in the rain again
- A long train ride in the rain
- Walking along the bay in the rain
- Two nights of cold showers
- Spending a night snuggled in the musty hotel blankets
- Staying in a concrete hotel room which reverberated with the early morning call to prayer and reading of the Qur’an
- Crossing the Strait of Gibraltar by ferry only to find that the rain in Spain does not stay mainly on the plain!
- A long bus ride around many many roundabouts…in the rain
- A bus break-down which seemed to temporarily mend itself
- A few days in Spain with friends, church, a birthday party, an open air market, olives, churros, pastries, cocido, and tapas
- Goodbyes
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