Bleh, I’ve been so sick the past two days. Fever, chills, aches, and those other fun things that come with having the flu. This means no eating my 12 grapes in Sol with the other madrileños, no dancing until dawn to ring in 2011… instead I was stuck inside, alone, with DVDs, Bebida Isotonica, and the equivalent of Spanish saltenes. I am more than just a little bitter about this.
The silver lining, I suppose, is that I still made it to Marrakesh for the weekend, and it was life changing. After a short plane ride, my friend and I took a bus and hopped off at the Jamaa El Fna square. Complete and total culture shock ensued. The square was packed with stands selling spices, orange juice and other goodies, and around the outside were groups of men sitting at cafes or watching street performances (including snake charmers!!!), and all the while people riding motorbikes zipped around us, since no real roads were anywhere to be found. We wandered around like chickens with our heads cut off for a bit through the narrow winding alleyways off the square until finally someone took pity on us and lead us to our hostel, all the while assuring us that we should be “tranquila, chicas. No pasa nada. Tranquila.”