Un Jour Á La Plage!

La piscine a l'hotel pres la plage ou je boit un jus de peche. (forgive the lack of accents - i'm on an American keyboard, and any errors in grammar/spelling - i'm not a native French speaker)


Mes amies marchent en la plage.

9/12/09

Today is Lise's last day here, and I'm pretty bummed about it. Though I've only known her a week, she has been a wonderful friend and tour guide to me. She also provided me with a list of places I have to travel to on the weekends.

So, we all went to the beach! We took the bus and a cab (under $1 total each way) an hour south to a nicer beach than the one in Rabat. It was gorgeous (as you see in the pictures above). It was wonderful simply to feel the sand and the wind, listen to music, and get some color (even if that hue is a little more pink than bronze). The water was a great temperature and we got to play in some pretty amazing waves. Amrita and Henry even got a free surf lesson from a pro surfer who happened to be there!

Being at the beach with good company is an extremely healing experience, and I recommend it for anyone feeling a little bit out of touch with the world. The beach is the perfect place where your own 5 senses have a chance to pull you outside yourself and into something more infinite. Thank goodness for places like that.

Later that night Viola, Lise, Tom, and I went to a restaurant called The Syrian as another farewell event for Lise. I am very excited to add Antwerp to my list of places I have to visit.