Hot (Becky)

It was a hot day in Marrkech, again. Pushing 100 degrees Fahrenheit. We walked across the city with our big backpacks on in the heat and made it to the train station in time for the 1:00pm train to Casablanca. The train was supposed to be air conditioned, but it couldn’t fight the heat and our car of the train was just as hot as outside. The car held 8 people, and we were joined for most of the way by 6 guys who talked in a fast Arabic French that we couldn’t understand. They asked us if we spoke French, pointing to our French books, and we had to explain that we were learning French by reading Harry Potter. Awkward. Anyway, the train was hot and late and terrible. We got to Casablanca and got only a little lost finding our hotel, which was cool, comfortable, and had satellite TV in the room (only 10 channels, but worth it to see the French version of the Amazing Race)!! We also had an adventure looking for a pharmacy, then an optometrist to find contact solution, but no one had a kind that would cause Becky an allergic reaction, so we went back empty handed. On the way back to the hotel we walked through a market, where we got into a discussion with a man who had family in the US. Of course, he also had a nice shop with traditional clothes, and we got talked into following him there. I (Becky) hate arguing over prices and had no need for clothes anyway, but Jeremy got into some big negotiations with the guy and wound up buying a t-shirt. The sales person said essentially that Jeremy was a good guy and that Becky was a tightwad (he said “You are economic. You are like this!” and made a fist). And that was the day!