Frankly, my dear....

Casablanca.

Took a bit to wrap our heads around the idea that we were on  the African continent. 

Checked in to a decidedly normal hotel, and got the sleep we couldn't get on the flight.

Wandered out to the seaside, where I got to smell sargassum for the first time. It's pretty potent. 

There were people from all over the world, kids fishing, snorkellers and surfers and hawkers and vendors.

Absolute chaos under a blistering sun. I love it.

We wandered into the Medina and gawked at things and pet cats and ate food and immersed ourselves in more chaos, but took less photos as holding you phone up was an invitation to some. There were fish vendors and bread makers and stores that sold nearly everything you can think of and carts on the side of the alleys and people living loudly above and motorcycles blasting through the crowds with honks and weaves.

this is the everything store. There were 6 rooms like this with vague themes.

The sweetest cats are here! Some a little mangy to pet.

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 Ok. We went to Ricks Cafe Casablanca because of course we did. We had champagne cocktails and a red wine by Gerard depardieu which led to a conversation about how we both remember far too much about the movie Green Card. 

This led to chasing the sunset. In our quest, we met a trucker named Abdullah who showed us some lovely spots and laughed with us in 3 languages and skipped and was just the sweetest pea. Hope to run into you again buddy!

There is something magical about the cockroaches here.. it's that they can fly carrying that kind of weight. Very uncool.

Abdullah and Chris.

We love that the center lines on the road sparkle instead of reflective lights. There's a video but I'm talking in it and it's one of the times that I agree with Chris, in hindsight, that silence reigns.

To bed, to rise early and chase the yellow fever vaccine that we would have gotten today but was penalized for not accounting for Sundays. 

\Good night!