The next stop on our trip was the capital city,
After Rabat was Essaouira, a touristic fishing/beach town. Getting from Rabat down to Essaouira was an adventure in its own right. We took the train from Rabat to Marrakech and met some interesting characters along the way, including a Sudanese business man who lives in New Jersey. He told us about his secrets to looking young (no coffee, tea, or alcohol), the many languages he speaks, and his flight from New York. All unprompted! In any event, Michael and I had banked on catching the bus from Marrakech to Essaouira, but once we got to the station, we found out that the next couple buses were already sold out. Two Swiss girls approached us and asked if we wanted to split a cab to Essaouira. They told us that there was a big van, and we could fit 6 people, so we spent the next 30 minutes looking for 2 more people. Eventually, we found a very glamorous French couple from Biarritz. La classe! We headed out to find our van, only to discover we would be riding for 2.5 hours in a regular sized sedan. The driver didn't seem too flummoxed about fitting 7 people into his 5 seater, so we decided to go for it. Adventure!
Once in Essaouira, we found our hostel and headed out to explore. That night was the Copa del Rey match between Barcelona and Madrid so we found a Spanish restaurant and relaxed and watched the game. The next day, we spent a lot of time at the port and on the beach, wandering around and talking to people. The fishing boats there are known for being very picturesque because they are painted an intense shade of royal blue as a means of insect control. After having fun playing in the sand and dipping our toes in the water, we had a lunch of fresh grilled fish that the fishermen catch and sell in beach-side stalls. Then, we spent the afternoon checking out the souks, buying crafts and postcards.
I'll be extremely sad to say goodbye to these long and frequent vacations. I think I did pretty well this year in terms of travel!