A very Moroccan Birthday?

21 has never been more fun! I had just about all the "orange juice" one 21-year-old can manage on her own. Those Moroccans and their "orange juice."  They can really hold their "orange juice." Really, it's fresh squeezed.  

Truly, I had a lovely day that began with a cake fed-exed to Morocco from a one Deborah Ross in Bethesda, MD.  She's too good to me. And yes, if you were wondering, it was  chocolate! 

Tomorrow we're jet-setting off on our Southern Excursion:  Azrou, middelt, Merzouga, Unprouncable, Unreadable, village, desert, Marrakech (!), Essaouira.  Will be MIA for a week at the least!