Restful day in Marrakech
Let's see...where did we leave off... Today was our day on our own in Marrakech. Rach was remarking how much she felt like she was in an Indiana Jones movie. I have never been anywhere that feels so foreign yet so familiar at the same time as does Marrakech. I can't explain it. It's Africa, but European, permeated by Islam, but not imposing, clean, red and beautiful! The people are warm and friendly while the salesmen are terrifyingly pushy. Nothing makes sense while everything does. Anyway, we got lost on our way to our friends' riad due to getting distracted by the live chicken vendors, stray kittens, delivery mini-trucks of fresh herbs, the fishmonger slapping his fish onto the display shelf, etc. so we ended up face to face w/ the medina wall knowing at that point a u-turn was in order. After a few map consulting stops in the shade of vendor awnings and a garbage collector pointing the way we made it. So, a 5 min. walk took us 30! Dijana and I decided to take a pe...