Here's to looking at you, kid.

Tomorrow I’ll be in Morocco! Casablanca, to be exact. They’ve had that movie on TV all day for the occasion. Sadly, though, I won’t be spending much time in Casablanca. I’ve got a trip that lasts the whole time we’re in port. I’ll be in Marakech the first night, at a nomad camp the second night, and back in Marakech for the third night. It should be quite a hoot. Especially the nomad camp part. I’m not really sure what I was going through my mind when I signed up for this trip, but I’m starting to think that I might’ve overestimated my tolerance for the outdoors. I mean, let’s be honest…I’m not really the camping type. For me, a mediocre hotel is the equivalent of roughing it.  Camping is just so…ughhhh. Tents. And bugs. And sand since it’s the Sahara. And no showers. And I don’t even want to think about the toilet facilities. They told us to pack toilet paper. Real promising.

Oh well. Not much I can do about it now. I’m gonna toughen up. Maybe I’ll be a changed woman after this experience. Maybe I’ll become a camping freak and wanna go all the time. Perhaps I’ll want to trade in my comfy bed and clean ways for a sleeping bag and grungy lifestyle. Okay. Not likely. Mostly I’m just hoping I make it through. Without getting any weird diseases. Like West Nile. That’s a concern here, right? I mean, we are west of the Nile. Which I guess is true back home too…but doesn’t it count more since we’re closer to the Nile now? Who knows.
 
I’ll be sure to let you all know how it goes! Farewell for four days! Keep your fingers crossed for toilets!