There were reasons I was told to see nicer, emptier beaches instead. Once my friends and I arrived in El Jadida, we understood why. A Moroccan tourist destination, the city was CROWDED with city-savvy locals. Despite the masses at the beach/front, carnival, outdoor concert, outdoor shopping streets, old fortress city, and bus station, I could meet up with other PCVs and had a great time.
Found a lovely little hotel with partial ocean view, ate well (lasagne, pesto, fresh fried fish, ice cream, paella, cold beer, steak...), toured the city, attempted to walk to the "Titanic" (a sunken ship a few kilometers away), entered the old Portuguese cistern and church, danced at a soda-only nightclub, played paddleball (fun!), and people-watched bzaaf.
Pictures do more justice, so check out snapfish!
Came back to site, and B-town life keeps going on. Unfortunately, sif doesn't bother the locals. This week, I met up with all my artisans and friends, made my first powerpoint presentation for the carpenters about craft fairs and product development, finally went to the 6am carpet sale at souk, swept one plastic bag of dust off my roof, and already ate couscous (usually a Friday meal). Now that all the trashy magazines have been read (thanks, care packages!), I'm going back to my economics book again. Looking forward to Ramadan so I can finish reading it (and eat bowls and bowls of harira).
Back to another load of laundry...
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