I dreamed last night that I was in my Riad, except that half of it was in Iraq, the other half in Morocco. There was a Hamman, which necessitated crossing between the two countries, and lots of people bathing. We were waiting to go in to the hot water, and someone warned us that we must turn our heads or we would permanently damage our necks from the shock. I went in and changed into my bathing suit. When I came back out of my room, my companions were laying out, inches above the water, discussing their fear of getting hurt.
Then I woke up.
Breakfast was the same as yesterday, only today I was given some rolls which were quite bland. The coffee was fine, and I ventured into the two jams - the first, more reddish in color, was tasty. The second was not as much.
After breakfast I sat for a while, enjoying some coffee and listening to the tree. I could hear for a while during breakfast the baby crying upstairs faintly, and the plants on the roof being watered. Then it all stopped, and it was just the birds and the tree. Each leaf that floated down was like thunder in the air, rustling the other leaves it came in contact with during it's journey.
My attention swayed to the two flies that were buzzing around. One had found some jam left on my plate and seemed delighted. The other was resting on my chair. I have watched flies before, as their tiny front legs rub together, but this time the fly was looking away from me. It took it's back legs, and started to wash itself in great detail. It would rub it's feet together, and then rub down it's wings, bending them to the point I thought they would break. Then it would bring it's legs back together, and the wing would snap back into place. It was an impressive feat (no pun intended).
I haven't set up my morning plans as of yet. I was told that many of the souqs took yesterday off, and so I feel compelled to see the Medina in it's full grandeur today, assuming the same of yesterday is not true. I also would like to visit the gardens, which are outside of the Medina. For now, I think I will relax a bit and enjoy the peacefulness here.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
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Jonathan, love the way you describe the fly and listening to the tree. But I am also greatly enjoying your views and thoughts about morocco. I like your writing style, it's very personal and approachable. Let's talk when you get back to the states. Love leila
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