This is the big one! I'm comin' to join ya, Elizabeth!

Last night we rented a car and drove up to Taghazout to visit Norah and Sally, who are back for their second visit in only a month. We waited in the windy windiness about 20 minutes and were just about to give up when Norah and Sally emerged from a shadow in the direction of the sea.

Norah apparently has broken her foot, so Lahcen strapped her into a piggyback ride, with her kicking and screaming the whole way -- "I'm really uncomfortable with this; this makes me really nervous. OH! JESUS! Be careful! Ahhhh, okay. Okay. Whew. We made it. Thanks a mill, Lahcen!" We landed into a little cafe run by Elizabeth, an old Hungarian woman who has lived in Morocco for the last 52 years.

Dinner was lovely and Elizabeth came and sat down for a chat and we talked religion and politics, and of course sex and all the other most appropriate dinner conversation, such as birthin' babies and diarrhea. It was fun. I dig talkin' to old people, or rather, listening to them tell stories about the olden days.