So, I finally feel like I’m not jinxing myself by saying this, but G. and I made it to Morocco. I’m pooped and ready for my second nap of the day, as yesterday, G and I did a walking tour of Barcelona that even Rick Steves would’ve approved of. From our breakfast at the sea, where we ran into my dear expat amiga, N., to a huge marathon through the old town to the ritzy Eixample district to a hippy lunch in Gràcia, we saw a variety of vibes in Barna. This morning in Fes, we’ve gotten comfortable in our hotel and perused the medina. Stories and photos to come, but we’re here!


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