way home by now but am stuck here. A wonderful man from British
Airways took me around and made sure I got a free hotel room and my
bag. He then walked me to the shuttle and made sure I knew how to get
to the hotel. So so sweet. He was my savior when no one else wanted to
help. Maybe it was the tears in my eyes that did it.
Last night Elena and I went out to dinner with our new friends (the
same girls I went around with when she was sick). Chetna, Indu and
Anuja came with us to Cafe Clock to have dinner and listen to music.
They wanted to go get a drink somewhere but the people at our Dar told
us the only women who do that are prostitutes. It was a really fun
evening. Anuja and I were told by a 12 year old that we are beautiful.
It was creepy. Just a warning: if you go to Fes and decide to eat at
Cafe Clock DON'T eat the chickpea salad. It will come back to haunt
you. Over and over and over.
I am very sad to be stuck here without Elena. I felt lost running
around the airport without my travel buddy. It's ok, though. We're
already planning future trips.
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