Fez??? Fez??? Where are you?

On the train ride to Fez we got a very real taste of Moroccan hospitality. We met a guy named Samir; a student who has lived in Long Island, NY and is currently studying in Barcelona. We chatted about life in the U.S. and about our sightseeing plans in Fez. He gave us many great tips about what to see and what to avoid in Fez and invited us to eat dinner with him and his family that night. At first we were hesitant, but seeing that he gave us a lot of information that proved extremely useful we decided that we simply had to go.


View of goat herd on train from Rabat to Fes

We met at the McDonald's a few blocks from our hotel around 7:00 p.m (This may be a good time to mention our amusement at learning that Mc Donald's has a hamburger on its menu called the Mc Arab - a burger in pita bread). Anyways so we met Samir who took us to his house where his mum, 3 sisters and brother greeted us with mint tea, cookies and fruit. Samir had to excuse himself because he needed to help his father, so we stayed in the house with his mum and sisters for a while.... a long while... We sat there watching music videos on a Lebanese T.V. channel (which were quite sexy we thought for a muslim country) and making broken conversation with the one sister who could speak French with Danielle, all the while wondering what had become of Samir....

Samir eventually resurfaced about 4 hours later (he was helping his father with the farm). He then insisted on feeding us again so we had shish kebab for dinner.

By this time it was quite late so our hopes of doing any evening sight seeing had been dashed - our first day in Fez and we spent it watching T.V. But on the bright side at least we did not meet up with murderers, rapists and gangsters....

Sorry there is nothing too exciting to report other than our run-in with Fassi hospitality - better luck tomorrow!