Last weekend was spent with Michael and Zoe at Tetouan and then Tangier. It was Michael's last weekend with us, so we caught up with the Mountain Man in Tetouan after he finished a few days of climbing in mountains (amongst the marijuana fields).
We were lucky enough to witness the king in residence at the palace in Tetouan. Hence the lit-up royal coat of arms above.
We were lucky enough to witness the king in residence at the palace in Tetouan. Hence the lit-up royal coat of arms above.
Tetouan was a great place to relax and listen to Michael’s climbing stories in rural Morocco. Zoe and Michael and I enjoyed the old Spanish city walking and eating our way around the souk…as usual.
We enjoyed our three-bed suite close to the square and enjoyed our sleep-in on Saturday morning.
The next morning us three stooges went to the small archeological museum in Tetouan that houses finds from Lixus (the Roman ruins on the coast) and other pre-Roman and Berber artifacts. It was tiny and we were the only visitors, so the curator had to turn on the lights for us.
We called it an early afternoon and took a grand taxi (6 passengers full) to Tangier. We checked into our hotel and ventured out into the souk to see what we could find in the way of bread, souvenirs, and dinner, then back to our hotel to make ourselves ready for a last night on the town with Michael.
Our dinner was slightly disappointing at an upstanding Spanish tapas restaurant when our pella was not up to par, but our wine diluted our disappointment and then we ventured to the biggest, fanciest, beachfront bar and disco we could find…. although it was not what it looked like.
We went in for just one drink and saw the richest, skeeziest looking Moroccans in Tangier and really younger women perhaps of the prostitute persuasion. We quickly went to see if there was anything better going on in the disco and with the music pumping it was very surprisingly dead. There were lots of people, but no one was dancing. Leaving and trying to find something more our style and price range…our next place was AWESOME!
The three musketeers got a little crazy with some drinks and some dancing. Before we knew it, Zoe was getting the number of a guy and I was dancing outside while we were waiting for her. It was 4 in the morning and making it back into the hotel without running into onry Moroccan teenagers was a bit of a detour, but we made it back to our hotel door at the first call of prayer. If someone wasn’t awake to pray, we probably would have watched the sun rise on the beach. We all climbed out of our smoky clothes and took turns spritzing the booze and cigarette smell off of us before falling into bed without much ado. To be truthful, it was the happiest night since the group left, but the also the saddest. It was our last night as a trio.
The duo remained for the last two weeks. We celebrated the Fourth of July with Zoe and the newbies with a cookout and karaoke. I brought a bit of the country spirit to Morocco, by singing “Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy” with Zoe and Kevin. We even encouraged one of our administrators (Lotfi) , who used to be a wedding singer to serenade us. It was a fun evening shared by a school full of new Americans, Germans and others. We ended the night seeing Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believing.”
We went in for just one drink and saw the richest, skeeziest looking Moroccans in Tangier and really younger women perhaps of the prostitute persuasion. We quickly went to see if there was anything better going on in the disco and with the music pumping it was very surprisingly dead. There were lots of people, but no one was dancing. Leaving and trying to find something more our style and price range…our next place was AWESOME!
The three musketeers got a little crazy with some drinks and some dancing. Before we knew it, Zoe was getting the number of a guy and I was dancing outside while we were waiting for her. It was 4 in the morning and making it back into the hotel without running into onry Moroccan teenagers was a bit of a detour, but we made it back to our hotel door at the first call of prayer. If someone wasn’t awake to pray, we probably would have watched the sun rise on the beach. We all climbed out of our smoky clothes and took turns spritzing the booze and cigarette smell off of us before falling into bed without much ado. To be truthful, it was the happiest night since the group left, but the also the saddest. It was our last night as a trio.
The duo remained for the last two weeks. We celebrated the Fourth of July with Zoe and the newbies with a cookout and karaoke. I brought a bit of the country spirit to Morocco, by singing “Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy” with Zoe and Kevin. We even encouraged one of our administrators (Lotfi) , who used to be a wedding singer to serenade us. It was a fun evening shared by a school full of new Americans, Germans and others. We ended the night seeing Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believing.”