It's almost 3:00 Sunday afternoon and thankfully I did not have a viewing trip today. I am "semi-quarantined" to my apt, which is another story in itself.... I am seated on one of my kitchen chairs on the very small terrace in the front of my apartment. On the terrace with me is my laundry rack where my oh so soft yellow sheets have been drying in the Sun all day. I hear the call to prayer in the background and can see a few men across the way playing a game of some sort on another terrace. It's a very quiet day here in Ylara Beach. Jess and Erik have been in London since Friday and the rest of the group well who knows I generally don't. I see a few clouds on the horizon but other then that it's an absolute blue sky......the sun is beaming down on my face and trying to give me a touch of color since I am once again white. Is it truly December 3rd.....what a glorious day. If I could send a ray of this warmth to each one of you that mean so much to me I would do it in a second. Stay warm today even if it's exists only in your mind and with thoughts of Morocco. Happy Sunday!!
Thanksgiving was uneventful and a typical night with a ton of food and way too many very loud kids. I appeared with Jess and Erik and disappeared with Jess as soon as we possibly/politely could. The End.
