Tomorrow, I will receive my dear friend Marlies at the airport. She comes to keep me company on my wine tour/serious academic research on alcohol consumption in Morocco.
But YESTERDAY: I met the King!! Of Morocco. His Excellency Mohammed VI. There I was enjoying some gelato on the sidewalk, pondering micro-credit loans and the future of the rural economy, when the trumpet sounded. Horsemen! Tagines! More horsemen! Carriages! The royal family rode by as the commoners mobbed the streets. It was just like Inauguration, only more...Moroccan.
There's a Bedouin saying that coffee is meant to be as dark as night, as strong as friendship and as bitter as marriage. Your thoughts?
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