I could drink A Case of You, Morocco

So I embark on my Independent Study Project at the end of this week.  I'll be sad to end my Arabic classes.  For about as long as it took me to write that sentence. 

I've decided on the quite controversial and rather relevant topic of wine production and consumption.  Morocco may not be known for its Shiraz just yet, but it's vineries are up and coming.  The glass of Cabernet I had last week, I have to say, was surprisingly fruity--almost date-infused. 

Also, my mother was here. She agrees with me that Morocco has the best oranges in teh world, and that hotel service leaves something to be desired (honesty), but she refuses to swap flights home with me.  ("Didn't you see the Parent Trap? I'll cut my hair and you'll pierce your ear and no one will be able to tell the difference!")

A joke, Morocco. I couldn't leave you just yet.  Not when I have so much wine-tasting to do in Muslim country.  

Love,

Lani