In the morning, after a LONG sleep in a super comfy bed, we determine that coffee is the first order of business. Off we go and today we turn right and head to the marina. We think this is our best bet to find something to drink and maybe a pastry. We cross a couple of busy streets, Moroccan style, and head into the marina. I have figured that it is best to cross a street hugging the shadow of a local. They seem to have confidence that they will not be hit by the speeding vehicles. We wind our way through the tall white apartment complexes and finally find a row of restaurants along the wharf. But there is little sign of life at most of them. This is Ramadan and, after celebrating all night, most businesses don’t open up very early. We finally find one cafe with a young man working inside and he says that he will be open in 10 minutes. We are beginning to understand what 10 minutes means, here in Morocco. It just means not now, but later sometime. We walk to the end of the wharf looking at the boats. When we return it is not yet time. We wait awhile and finally give up and head back to the boardwalk section of the beach.

Next, we need to get supplies for the week. Dave and I volunteer to go shopping. It is close to a 2 km walk and we are a little hot and sweaty when we arrive. There are 2 large grocery stores side by side so we toss a coin and enter 0ne of them. Shopping at home can be a long drawn out affair and here it is no different. We have to search many aisles over and over to find what we need. Products are different and some hard to find but we stock up, purchase the items, and head for a long walk home. (Interestingly I notice maple syrup made in Canada on the shelf.) I don’t know how far the walk to the store actually was but when I check my steps upon arrival at our place I find we have walked over 10 kms (some in search of a restaurant and the rest to the grocery store and back).